Dolores

despair

stains the floor

everywhere

her bare feet

meet the polished wood,

slowly seeping

colorless

toward the walls.

each breath expelled

smells hot

of anguish

aged and ripe.

shards of flashing

sharp and light

slice the air

around her,

entice

with glittering

promise

of pain.

do not be drawn

into her eyes.

do not mistake

that hollow depth

for need.

there is nothing

here

for you.