a paint bucket on a stool, middle of the room
thaws
tips
s p i l l s
(what was the floor)
with the release of emotion shattering
splatters sadly spread
32 colors grow toward the walls
and slowly engulf them,
until everything becomes a liquid mess
smooth in two dimensions
running
up,
up,
up
each drip a rising sun
lines pulling infinity in, in in in in in inin
(condenses)
becomes a black ceiling spot
begins to drip a spool of silk
which widens into diamond downpours
forever filling

serpents as smiles strangled cries

her sullen visage drained the room

i wouldn't listen to her message,

laugher i would prefer,

as i was so unsure.

mourning eyes stared straight forward

we did not cry, but very soon

though you and I shot subtle glances,

the pain we would defer,

we both were still unsure.

all departed separate ways

into the bright but frigid air

bittersweet taste on every tongue

the growing pain overwhelming laughter

as every heart will remain unsure.