Innocence

Such heavy eyes for someone barely twenty years old,
her head was filled with darkened apparitions.
Underneath her faded summer dress she was drenched in despair.
She spoke in a different language
and ears listened under water.

Weeping in secret,
she would carry the weight of damnable choices they had made.
She wiped the blood on the hands of others
off on her soft golden hair.

Injecting herself with preserves to keep her spine straight,
she wore a badge of bitterness hidden under her suit jacket.
Faceless names and nameless faces invaded her drinks
for weeks to come,
eventually all the mirrors in her apartment shattered.

She had such heavy eyes for someone barely twenty years old,
black ribbons supple beneath.
She relished the months of cold
that would numb her flesh as much as her mind.