NaPoWriMo Day 1 : Bravado

She does not live here any more

But, she did leave a note and it stated that what she is can never be able to make up for what she isn't.

She apparently did not want to be seen on the evening news like the last inch of kindness that was left in her body that was found battered and dead while they were playing in the shadows.

She does not live here any more

Because according to her she was exhausted from inhaling another man’s smoke, tired of exhaling another man’s air.

Patronized from walking down these streets with her ox-blood lipstick smeared across her face.

I wonder if anyone would come looking for her since her closest friends were her subconscious, her conscious and her otherness. Her lover was her ego who tried to sell her back her own happiness so still I wonder.

There were reruns of the murder of her kindness and the dreams she was sold on the 6 am news and I saw her at the funeral and,

Her face does not sing of home like it was used to before.

I remember when her smile was all laughter and giggle clap

But now the sky in her mouth is as dark as the sky of the Armageddon that Satan prayed for

I always thought her heart was a compass filled with bravado that will always navigate her home.

So, if her kindness resurrects from the dead and comes looking for her for them to be juxtaposed and be intertwined let it know, that, she does not live here any more.