Painting On the Wall
I sit here, perched on the wall
Frozen forever
Face in my hands
Black waves tumbling past my shoulders
Smiling, pearly white teeth glistening
My brown eyes admire you from my spot, here on the wall
They admire your features, your furrowed brow, your sharp features
But you pay me no notice
You used to
Now the only attention I get is from your banker friends
So exotic they say,
she seems so lifelike
Her eyes are hypnotic
The same phrases repeated over and over again
You just nod, laugh, gaze at me for a moment with a smile
Is it a real smile? Or one that’s like mine, painted on?
Tonight you are angry, frustrated, in despair
You scream something incomprehensive
The uncontrollable wrath flaming in your eyes
As if you are put under a spell
You point your finger at me
You scream her name
You call me HER name
As soon as her name slips out your mouth
It’s like the curse breaks
Along with you, you break down
Your eyes meet mine, shattered and hurt
You stare at me, waiting for me to say something
Of course, nothing comes out
Silence
Unbearable silence
Desperate you fling your glass at me, making it break into a million pieces
My canvas forever stained in red
Copyright © Madame Paillasse | Year Posted 2023
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