I wept so violently
My right eye oozed
                                      down
and migrated to my cheek.
I frowned so much
my face shat-ter-ed in pieces.
A remembrance of the light,
the girl that was before,
in yellows and whites.
Parts of me are smoke,
my fire smothered out,
the ashes of a girl,
all greys and blacks.
I sat utterly distorted,
poetry on my lap.