Gia Raquel

I saw the exact moment she fell apart.

She could not run amongst the art, or else she would get caught.

I was vivid with anger,

Venomously whispering to unnoticed paintings,

A madman hiding in front of beauty.

I would cry for her,

Because something inside of me snapped

And I could no longer grasp who I was anymore.

Who am I?

I see her tears,

And I remember.