Fade in, Fade out,
Fade away, Fade off
No west, no south,
Her Center cannot hold
Somewhere she is in between, or maybe hanging on a rust chain of unripe confusion
Or probably dangling from broken visions and dirty desires.
Maybe caught in the middle somewhere between naked agony and fully-clothed horror.
Surely stuck in slippery malady and a brown lost dream.
Waiting and waiting for something;
The blue ghosts everyone talks about.
The red monster
The white angels.
Or perhaps stuck in a black and white tape that seems more like a broken reality of worthless helpless dreams.
You are compelled to watch, to listen, to absorb...
So that you have to follow every bulging of her piercing eyes.
And when she slips her hand into those betrayed strands of hair you would believe she has swallowed the pain of an unborn generation.
And when you do all these you are sure
That she is
hiding under big big big dark holes
Shaped like a terrified human's heart.
Still...
The big big big hole wasn't enough
To contain all of her...
Black hairs...
Black eyes
Red heart
Colorless fears
Red trickling blood.
Purple escape from insanity
Green freedom from sanity
Brown beautiful skin
Oily skin
Dry sadness
Pinky laughter
Brown pain
Wet confusion
Yellow smiles
Red tears
Black scream
And her purple voice
Sometimes laughing
Sometimes weeping
And so you are left out with no other choice than to yelp and then you make a passionate confession to her;
"You are Beautiful"