The smoke at night

Filled the memories drawn

A mind sick from shadows

Bled internally until death

Sorrow was trapped under her nails

And she wept all of her make up

On the bathroom alone

Alone was walking with the night

On a silent courtship that lasted till dawn

Her footsteps were not to be heard

Nor these harmful thoughts of her

Crying herself to sleep

She woke every morning

To find the garbage

Still pilled up outside her house.