Mama always told me
I was special
For I was both
black as the night and
blue as the ocean

So was she.

She was style-savvy
but never fell prey to
trends and
plain as I was
she picked me

I was overjoyed.

The last
I held her close
was the last
he did

I lay between
them while his
warmth penetrates my
body to reach

A single teardrop.

And then more
His thumb brushes
against her stained cheek to
stop them but

She’d already fallen.

And I catch her
Every crystalline shard of
her heart of

I feel heavy.


I don’t see her
For she already wears
her own tattoo of
black and blue.