Wet Painting
The paint runs in streaks.
Crossing other colors and changing.
The girls make up runs down her wilting cheeks,
and her smile turns into a frown.
The rainbow streaks in her hair mixes with her original color,
and turns to a grey mass.
Her perfect lips run and her once prominent feature turns into little rivers of blood,
running down her chin.
A face is no more.
The canvas on which she was painted finally give way.
The paper tears and gravity takes hold.
She is gone.
A melted face in a world full of perfection
another Poem ^-^
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