She rides slow
So close to the edge
and no knows she's close to falling
Close to balling, crawling back to her torment on a razor's edge
She paints the floor
She does abstract art
The kind where you splatter paint,
artistically
I never knew you could splatter something artistically but I saw that day I came in unannounced
She treated her bathroom floor like a canvas, so angry she cried more and more
Louder and louder she cried for contentment
Wide as her legs when she dropped herself into hell, her wrists split like hell had opened
and her eyes closed like clouds rolling to cover the sun