pearl

i painted the small curves of her face
the white coller of her dress carresed her milky skin

then i painted the earring she was wearing

the pearl perfectly reflected her unmatched sillouete

but then the earring fell ripping her skin like paper

with a loud thud the object fell coated in blood

i watched the tears prick her eyes as i thought

the red from the wound compliments her beauty so much more than that pearl