Eyeliner and Anguish

electric fairy lights danced

on darkened streaks as

the armor of her eyes

ran black in salted streams,

she looks pretty like this,

as though falling stars

became ghosts on her skin,

though her rainbows are

laced with scabs,

he gets lost within the hues

and he's warming himself

by the fire,

burning all his umbrellas

to prepare for the future,

and he likes the look

of painting the sky with

visions of her rising tears.