What do I need? I need to be noticed. Wiped out of the fog. Cleared out of the haze. Standing in the middle of the room covered in colors, but filled with shadows. Dancing to a song that makes you laugh and that makes you cry. A solo dancer, a spotlight shining on herself, telling a story though the movements. Alone on a stage. Moving through what needs to be expressed. For everyone to turn, to look, to notice. You see the plastered face, but that is covering what is underneath. The abstract, dazed, dark and light mixutre of mud and bubbles, fizzing down the long, peeling neck filled with lipstick stains and infected cuts. The body with frail fingers, a strong core, but green phlem seeping from it’s stomach. A heart green with envy and red with affection. Yellow with content, but black with complication. Pink with care, but purple with obsession. The figure dancing, perfectly complicated but far from complete. An utter mess, and a perfect composition mushed together, abstractly organized. A beautiful disaster.

His eyes gleamed into Hers

The moment was passing

Falling

Falling

Fallen.

Time slipped from their gaze as one went to sleep

The other was forced too

She didn't know why she needed him

Whether it was his ego or his looks

Or both

Not needed

But wanted with utter desire

From both

Proven by both

But both knew one day when he woke up

She woke up

They woke up

From the heavy sleep from not be able to see the rose on his cheeks

Her cheeks

Everything was lost

In the abyss of his eyes

Her eyes

Their eyes

And they broke he and she down faster than a bullet to human flesh

He was looked down upon

She was invisible

And they brought he and she to shame

Dirt

Fuzz

Dust lifted by a finger and flicked into the air

Dissolved into the dark of the night

Forgetting

Forgetting

Forgotten.