Paints her face
Like the walls
Waiting for fallen
The picture of health is smeared with non-existence, not accessible for purchase, nor space on the wall.
Only the smiling have been framed, hung in minds not their own, critiqued to scale ladders that not even hungering pigment would dare to climb.
Judge and jury express pain and disappointment with ease, but expression doesn’t alter inception. Every shell has an order that not every family can place.