Macella (The other me)

splat splat splat
the rain hits the window
crying the tears she cant 

the clouds pour out her misery
she sits at her vanity
applying her mask 


she's dressed in costume
hidden from the world
she loves him 


only her words turn to hate
she's used to that
to pain 

her misery keeps her company
it starts to pour harder
she puts on her wig 

her golden curls in place
she sprays her perfume
masking the smell of her decayed soul 

one last thing
she steps through the door
coating herself in glass 

the rain soaks into her
but doesnt move a thing
her coating is unbreakable 

people stare
in awe and confusion
she looks onward 

not a soul approaches
she keeps it that way
alone 

sun sets
the sky greys
she's on her walk home 

she steps through the door
almost to her room
the door closes 

her make up melts to the floor
the rain is relentless
silent and deadly 

she sweeps it into the trash
rushes to the bathroom
and stips away her disguise 

she runs the water
steaming the mirrors
and steps in 

her wig falls to the floor
disolving and running down the drain
gone forever 

her shell is left
cracked and hollow
bleeding 

splat splat splat
the water hits the bottom
crying tears with her