Black ribbon round my arms, round my waist. Tying me together, making lose ends meet. Black ribbon round my legs, round my eyes. Preventing me from the inevitable. Black ribbon round my neck, round my neck. Breaking my bones, breaking me.
Black satin hiding me, hiding you from what we want to see. Black satin protecting me, preventing you but do you really see? Black satin ripping, ripping in half, tearing, crying, trying to become whole again.
Black smudges, down my face, across my fingers. This is reality. Black smudges hide the red, hide the pain, hide the dark. Black smudges from leftover paint, painting a personality.
Black clothes mourning, mourning the deceased. A sea of black, a splash of white. A glimpse of hope. Mothers tell their monsters hope is all you need but who will see a flicker in the dark. A glimpse of hope.
There’s no hope for me but pure ironic Joy.

~ a.k