watercolor and pencil.

i drew delirium,

flickering blackness

when the water 

could not hold,

i drew her unreal smile

with no symmetry,

her face away

from the traveling lamp 

light across my bed.

flashes ran above

the static paper,

in a moment too long

for the eyes

and one too short

for the mind,

they jerked and

i blinked.

her blackened shadows,

docile, loopy colors,

her head steady

under swirls of pasts.

she carries it all,

because she can,

with happiness derived

from...death in life.

life in death. 

either...

both.