the acrylic sheen
begins to fade
sharp strokes
of purple
royal and loud
sweep beneath
the eyes
gray lines
stenciled at the corners
of the mouth
the hand
pauses and shakes
the brush
falters and drops
the muddled water
from an overturned glass
runs down the face
finely
she becomes unintelligible
finally
she is broken
a swirling pool
of the abstract
picasso's dream,
her mother's
latest nightmare
in pieces
she smiles
in dark cracks
of time
she rages...
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