Turmoil

A sun ray in the eye,

flowers bloom.

Canines adorned with carnations

and facial muscles like thick green vines

twisting around hollow cheekbones

creating a smile.

White sand fills the void,

now plump and innocent

with traces of moss growing in the corners of dimples.

Oh, how nature sighs at such perfection.

A lightning bolt strikes the tear duct

this sand now blackens

as storm clouds mark their territory between bushy eyebrows.

Carnations are crushed between grinding teeth

as thunder rolls down your tongue.

These bloody petals drip from rosebud lips

as tears bang against cheeks in frustration.

However,

these tears nourish bare stems

and after a long while

a smile will grow again.

Shmeeta Rabinath is an eighteen-year-old South African student. She has just completed her last year of school and has not received any other publications yet. She loves drawing, creating digital art and reading in her spare time. She is looking forward to growing and improving as a writer.