portrait of an almost woman

Here I am: an oil painting,
grey tears glistening on my neck,
the glow of foreign sunlight
igniting pearls of sweat.
My skin in high definition -
a brush perfectly captures
the fuchsia flush of life
I’d rather lose.

I would rather be watercolour;
saturation in the negatives,
a pastel ocean in my iris.
my skin reduced to glass and
my tears spilt milk
absorbing into my bone marrow.