Dull thumps pound in my chest
Ceaseless and weeping echoes reverberate in my ears
Thick hot tears break free and
Without abandon,
Leave a damaged watercolor canvas
Soaked to the point of uselessness

They forced me to wear black
Black is for mourning,
For anguish
I would have preferred white
Because that was the color of my fog
Numb to both pain and murmurs of consolation
Milky white was the film that settled on my irises
Streaky and opaque white draped itself over every
Crevice of my heart
And hardened
There were white tissues too

Only when I go too long without blinking
Does black leak in meandering streams
Down this torn facade