She was made out of doodles
Billions of colorless swirls
Coiling charcoal lines spiraling
Scribbles of smoke
Sketches of grey
Journals filled with stencil tears
A labyrinth of doodles leaking from paper
Into her life
Silvery wordless illustrations
Ashen compositions
She danced in depiction until she was lost
Forgotten in her drawings
Blinded by pencil markings
and smudges she tried to erase
slowly fading in endless grey swirls
FracturedGalaxies 
the words and the sketch are both sad and beautiful.
I like the poem and doodle! Is the doodle your work?
lost but found in its results. Nice .