Seared love, torrid nullity.

Everything that once existed, withered and became quiet
in the darkness of those four walls and the silence of the night.

She put away the smile that she had borrowed,
and sought solace in the tears that followed. 

A tattered, dusted photograph, the only light she'd see.
A shooting pain emanated at its lapsed guarantee.

Shattered, torn and bruised inside,
She suckled tears as a lonesome child

Blistered by blazes of shame and doused in the puddles of blame,
smothered by emotions as she locked her eyes to the eyes in the frame.

And one more time, it felt right; it felt right to cry a little more,
in the treacherous sea of nothingness, it still looked like a beautiful shore.