Kya's Rain

Tender swollen eylids
ringed with a tinge of eyeliner,
smoky colored eyeshadow,
and darkened mascara.

Her eyes quiver
just as her breast
heaves from panting breaths,
she's been holding the pain
for so long now,
being the [rock],
and holding the
ethereal }}flame{{.

Her strength wains in private,
though in public view she
stands ||stoically|| into
the oncoming ~winds~,
hair whipping behind her
exposing the creamy
whitness of her skin.

a single tear,
f
a
 l
  l
   i
    n
     g
from rosed cheeks
*freezes* before it
hit's the ground,
shattering on
///IMPACT\\\

As I stare at the @roses@
my bare hands begin to bleed,
and I realize that beauty
in all forms is appreciated
by all differently.

blood mingling with tears
on white marble floors,
Kya's Rain shall be
no more.

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