Tearblots

Black mascara’d tear drops
Stain my blushing cheeks
Splashing on to the clinical
White ceramic sink basin.

Emotions reflecting
In the silver taps;
Mirroring a myriad of
Fat, unblotted, translucence.

Short on visible means
Of control, convulsing
Until death only a dream,
To wash away memories.

Inhaling particles of sadness
Molecules of destruction
Ebb into smoked out oceans
Of my abandoned soul.