A beaming grin of
a mask
descends to the ground
vanishing into
the earth's
soft green carpet
while dew
disperses
in its collapse

Small red drops fall on
the plastered mask and
through the sharp,
ridged grass blades,
falling and growing
larger, faster
then pooling in rocks

Escaping
the drops flow free
of the rocks
confinement.
A metallic phantom of crimson color
inches
down
the creek,
mixing and diluting, then
gone

More follow slowly
the color more abundant

The scarlet substance
flowed from a
young, weeping, girl with
a golden heart
thus broken

Rivets of blood slide
down her porcelain
cheeks crashing
to the ground
like glass, shattering on the rocks

They fall into
the abyss
disappearing
if not for the swirl of vermillion in the
water, spreading like
wildfire

Her rainfall
subsides and the
blood
stops.

She chokes back
the tears then
picks up her
mask

Flaunting.
For all to see,
immaculate, joyful, exemplary,
although
fragmented and scarred inside