Stings A Little Different

Pain is pretty.

Pretty ugly.

Rubies dropped on burnished marble floor.

Roses massacred the night after.

Pain is silent.

Tiptoeing to come shriek right in your ear.

Pain is white.

Whited-out in all its blackness.

Tangible smoke in your lungs

That you can never grab in a fist.

Laughter caught in a butterfly net

Tears frozen in a cube of ice.