Deeper than brown

She had a puddle of peace beneath her feet

Her eyes spelt turmoil and hate and heat.

 

She had scars on her heart from the things she never said

And scars on her tongue from the ones she did.

Her hair was damaged from the shackles on her head

Split ends and dandruff and a conscience too dead.

Her muddy brown eyes never left the ground

Collecting darkness wherever she found.

Green was poison, blue was too loud,

Brown made her feel good, brown was allowed.

She stored empty bottles to catch her fears.

She avoided windows, windows were too clear.

Smiles didn’t taste good, neither did tears

Silence was redemption, she held it too dear.

She had a puddle of peace beneath her feet

Her eyes still blurred with hate and heat.

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