watching you turn skies scarlet

Watching you,
clothed in black,
your hunched form called out to me...

Sighing deeply,
as liquid churned,
bleach into red,
and pink into clear

hands changing,
breasts bouncing,
all disappeared, before the dilapidated glass

And I wondered, why, oh why,
I came...

Those fingers,
digging into black locks,
and those stark eyes
black and furious...

stood in contrast to rotted,
dead, teeth...

I hate your smile and I hate you so...

and yet I came...

Washed away from existence, the Clorox

made it anew again...

as she buried the hatchet.