she paints in yellow,
               to wash away the red.
               but all that is craved, 
               is the warmth of the pool.
               she claws at the empty air,
                  in search.
                   in search.
                    in search.
               the water is red with life,
               running away.
               sliding out of sight,
               down the porcelain walls.
                   in search. 
                    in search. 
                     in search.