Rich Artwork (Something to Chew over)

Simple pleasures,
Reflected in a blue iris,
Abnormal shapes,
And curving straight lines.
A subtle message,
Hanging through a palate
Of gold and green and blue,
Floating through brush strokes.

A drying painting,
Propped up in the hallway,
As quiet sobs echo in the attic,
Stifled by modesty.
Mascara dribbling down
Foundation, smudging
Which dirty streaks of black,
Aching from inside.

The light has gone.
She has brushed the tears away angrily,
And thrown them at the canvas,
Unknowningly broken,
Willingly savaged,
With wretched attention,
So cruelly disgarded.

And as black streaks the fabric,
And cream smudges dirty brown,
The beautiful face is ruined,
And flakes criss-cross her crown.
Beauty hidden,
In grey and yellow and blue
Aching from inside,
THe mobile phone lies
Empty of love,
The sent messages crowded with love,
And the inbox empty,
Just empty.