Mania

She shifts
        from red to blue and back
crease of shadows
        lace her fading calm
far from grace
        she rages on 
                     and on
pacing mania
         stride for slanting stride
In awkward light
         she sees aparitions
not for others eyes
           she laughs
                 she cries
           she accuses
                  she lies
Broken sanity
          runs through
her clutching fingers
           leaving Pollack like patterns
in her wake