She passes through the bubble called Life.... immersed in subdued melancholia...
Her smile ---eroding by the hour--- embalmed --to glow beyond the death of her soul..
Like an Egyptian mummy--- wrapped in perfection, yet fragile inside.....
She has known many....strange and toxic..... souls which melt into hers,
And others which refuse to blend--- Grease in water...
She has been trampled on...
Yet, her terracotta soul, baked in fire, emanates hues of joy...
No one knows how....no one knows why.....
The paintbrush isn't broken..... The easel and canvas testify...
The hues change..... as she lets out a sigh....
She dips her brush in nostalgia....
Ghouls of her past cry...
Drenched in tears of her soul..... she plods on....
The elixir must be unearthed.....
No one knows how....no one knows why.....
