She wears red lipstick and a necklace of white pearls
Put on rollers in her hair and a smile on her face
When she laugh she is happy…
… was
I see the shadow of the grandmother I love in the grandmother I see…
…now
She does not wear red lipstick or white pearls around her neck
Tying a rope hanging from the folds of her skin instead she
Tightens it everyday a little more
Aveuglément
A ritual for depression
Cutting off her life she
Lets herself go
We watch
Help…less
We watch
She lost one sense and somehow
Gave them all up to the deadly monster
Drags us down with the rope she uses to strangle us
We watch
Help…less
We watch
I chip
My red polish
To keep my mouth shut when she says
I want to die
My eyes fill with rain from the cloud inside my heart
A storm of sadness wetting my cheeks and thundering down my face
Streaks of tears like flashes of thunder
I am mad
But I smile and say
It will pass
Even though I know
For sure
Every night she wakes up and digs up her grave
I hear her cry and mourn her sight
And my smile
Torn
Broken
Is still in place
Even in the dark, I clearly see her pain like a forest fire in the night.
I cannot quench it, no matter the amount of water in my eyes.