black lingerie
brought out the milky color
of her porcelain skin,
and her eyes glistened
behind vibrant green contacts
as she ran her painted fingers
through the even-greener grass.
memories sparkled on the glassy water
and she could almost see his face�
his beautiful blonde hair�
his indiglo expressions�
and the card he sent her last year
for valentine's day.
but soon her misery was even blacker
than the black lingerie
as she thought of the worlds that separated them.
the light from the water
reflected onto the silvry knife blade
and sliced the earth in two clean-cut pieces
where the horizon peacefully laid.
as she pressed the blade gently to her
paper-white skin,
blood erupted from her veins
and sent red streams down,
polluting the once-clear water.
as the sun set over the rusty river
she rested her head on a pillow of dandelions
and slept
forever.
