The Thing With Fangs

Still Painting.

If a picture's worth a thousand words,

let me paint one for you.

A little girl

sitting alone

a messy room

with lights

that blink

out

dark

and a window

where lightning 

flashes

bright

her hair is tangled

and her hands are cold

her clothes are crumpled

and her cheeks are wet.

No no

that's not quite right

add a dash of your darkest blue

there in the night sky

dab the purple black

there under her eyes

oh her eyes

alight with lightning

there across her gaze

a strike through the dark ring

glossy is what they are

with black and blue

that web through 

weaving 

a beautiful hue

blue simply

but no

there's no color 

for what they tell

maybe add a dash of white 

make them wide

make them wonder

there now

see how she cries

with that awe alight in her eyes

sprinkle the stars too

now paint her pale lips open

oh, just so

enough to say

awe

enough to say

oh

now hold out her hand

her cold hand

reaching for the sky

out the window

above her there

see that

can you see it

can you see the blues

can you see the dreams

can you see 

the girl this painting brings?