Broken

She sits in the darkness of the room crying...
Alone,
tired,
hurting...
Tears streaming down her
doll like face--
her tears mixing with the black mascara
she carefully applied in her eyes.
Making patches of black under her eyes...
Her tears, now black with mascara, stream
down her face, sliding down her cheeks,
kissing her scarlet lips....
one by one,
dropping down to the ground,
like priceless pearls...
The thick silence coating the
tangible darkness is slowly broken
by her melancholic sobs...
The darkness of her corner
slowly disappears as she is
lighted by the fading sunlight,
by the twilight,
and now by moonlight,
she weeps, a broken doll,
far beyond repair...
As her features are highlighted
by the silver light of the moon,
she lifts her hands and reaches towards
the open window...
She reaches for the stars,
for healing,
for someone who's not there,
for someone she loved...
The clouds gather up
and hides the moon.
She once again drowns
within the darkness,
her sobs turning to silent laughter.
Her sanity slowly evaporating.
Tears continued to pour down
her eyes.
The sounds of tears dropping
mixing with the melancholic laughter
she's producing...
And in this insanity,
she finds freedom....