This picture of happiness
lies scattered on the floor
smiling faces ripped in half
are now cheerful no more.
Pieces absorb the pain
that accumulates around
like a sponge in the water
or like water in the ground.
These images once optimistic
and full of so much trust
now fear being framed
even fear being touched.
The eyes in these illustrations
once vibrand and bright
now vacant and deceased
as if they would hold no sight.
This perfect picture of happiness
has been frayed and shredded and torn,
transformed into the purest of pain
torn smiles faded, cursed, and forlorn.
