He was blind, could not see through the dark
A volt of electricity stiffened his spine
He imagined a swarm of bats dash behind him
the wind pushing against the pane of the window.
Suddenly, bright red lipstick shines from the darkness
Its fiery hot red like a volcano
It was hers. This was all she left
He assumed she took everything
haunted by illusions and sleepless nights since.
The electricity has gone from stunning to painful
The butterflies have turned to bats
And all he has left is this bright red lipstick
A stain that cannot be removed.
