Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are
 rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING
 wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on
 the floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like
 thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder
 splashing in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving
 from the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped from
 her heart while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy
 here, on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole
 inside, where the ghosts and demons hide, whispering
 white wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy
 things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her head
 her mother whispers "spreading like a whore". weeping
 wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead with
 dreaming, wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing
 more.