She lives in a nightmare

Shadows of black and white and brown

Cries in a rusty house in a sea of grass

And fear plagues the ever-skies

It haunts every step, every sepia footprint

Aloud we wish we could scream

But monsters tumble out of the darkness

And terror never showed its feelings

The chosen one, the cursed one

Never knew which is which

For when night falls

And screens brighten

To illuminate a nose, a mouth and ears

The briefest rainbows, illuminates her phone

As she watches her loves fall away...

They return

Weeks later

Though cold without a soul

Their eyes sewn shut with metal clips

Their scalps fuzzy sheens,

And their mouths smooth caverns

Their pupils milky cream

Bloods haunt and quakes

It bubbles with perfume

Though it never healed

Old debts,

We always continue to assume

One day, she might be claimed

Who knows if you never try?

And maybe she'll find peace

In a vicious, polychromatic goodbye

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This art is part of a series of statues created by British artists for the Amsterdam Art Festival. It's really cool if you want to check it out.