after you left,
anxiety attacks threw my body
into a fitful quake- a tremble
my bed couldn't suppress.
and to ease my aching mind
about your absence from
within familiar walls,
I splattered blood, red crimson
chemicals on bitten nails.
they shimmer, yet
there's still nothing
beautiful about this
painted lady.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
after you left,
anxiety attacks threw my body
into a fitful quake- a tremble
my bed couldn't suppress.
and to ease my aching mind
about your absence from
within familiar walls,
I splattered blood, red crimson
chemicals on bitten nails.
they shimmer, yet
there's still nothing
beautiful about this
painted lady.
I was painting my nails and thought of you. Again.
