The lady.


A handful of visceral emotions rolled into her eyes,
By and By formed a few fat droplets of brine.
It found it's way through the rolling plane of her cheeks.
As they descended down they were soaked up by time.
Time and again visceral emotions rolled into her eyes,
But this time those fat droplets were viscous.
They clung to her eyes like pearl drops.
This time she made a string out of them
And wore them around her neck.
They adored her alabaster skin.
And she walked alone into the sunset with Sastisfaction in her eyes.
Happiness in her mind and a heart free of guilt.