its cries continue, through purpose or accident
regardless of intention you laugh
tears flood the mind and submerge craniums in pride
full of yourself until there is none of yourself left,
leaving behind a husk of nothing but what used to be identity
green often a hue of validity,
red rejection, but you never considered the opposite
though it is green now, she stares at you with malevolence
yet she doesnt want to.
but perhaps, time hasnt run out just yet.
though sorrow continues, vessel tears are left to be cleaned up.
return back to the tissue beneath the dermis you lost yourself in