i run my hands
through her
imperfect hairs
wanting to feel
each and every one them
my slender fingers
combe the knots gently
it was soft and smooth
from much use
of hair products
her ginger strans
fell around her beautiful face
pale
paler then what its
supposed to be
skin white as paper
as dark shades
hung below her
long mascara lashes
my eyes overflowed
with tears that were always
never ment to be seen
they
drip
drip
down my face
falling onto the dry crimson
that matted her beautiful hair
the scent so thick
i could feel myself suffocating
in the scent of her own blood