love. The knife rests on the counter. Her freshly chopped hair Feels so estranged. A healing process That seems to cut more than give. Black eyeliner fresh to her skin; Only worn after – Never before. Light flicks to her ear. Her father’s gift of an earring Ripped away. A long ribbed scar Of the letter “A” behind her ear From a singed lighter burn. The color was grey, But it burned scarlet in her heart. Impressionist choke lines ran across her throat From her unwanted suitor. Biting her lips with pain, She felt a ruby red rawness. Salvador Dali’s black lipstick Twisted open to bleed memories into mirrors. Impulsive strokes of darkness filled the glass With a diminished, backwards word About a diminished and backwards girl, She finished titling someone else’s art. The gritty glass gleamed— evol.