Friday, October 25, 2013

Paintings

Her blood was charcoal
Dark as midnight
Spread about the page
Haphazard
Smeared
Unsure

He didn't mean it
No one ever really does
And yet it lay there
Still
Unmoving
Breathing

Just barely
On the edge
Afraid to go
Nowhere
Exile
Eternity

It all washes away
The colors turn to fade
As the boy turns away
Done
Finished
Gone

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