Sadness Personified.

Cleft along perforated lines, an inarticulated convulsion ripens and bursts in glorious splendour.

It wheedles a caustic prick.

Ripples splotch rancour ad naseum, its colours unrecognizable in the facade wenched.

In its wake, rancour lulls.

A curious volume of forgotten lore, it swirls and settles into the dust once more.