She condenses on the glass.....

it keeps her on the inside
all in darkness.
Her fingers drip with sorrow and disappointment
and are the richest blood red that glows in the absence of light.
Her feelings coat the floor
excreted in the corners of the room
and the stench in her mind sickens her.
Her lips are sewn just enough she can open her mouth
but she is mute.
Her voice disintegrated a long time ago
along with her broken heart.
She cries sand
that burns her eyes.
She condenses on the glass......

Every morning
at 6:43 in the morning
she sees light peep though a crack in the window
no light can come in other wise
the glass is painted and boarded over.
At night the moon visits her
and glows in her room
only when he is full.
He adores her
but she longs another.
The moon still talks to her.
She sings to him with words that cant be spoken.
Her true color shines in the night.
her eyes light up
with blue-green pools of love
that twinkle with white diamonds.
Deep dazzling eyes she has
but she never will know.
She condenses on the glass...

Moistening like the morning dew
she seeps though the gap.
Evaporated by the sun
finally she is free.

what will she do?