[Poetry] The Painting

Her cries poured through him like paint through flimsy paper. She begged for escape, but no one came to save her. 

She tensed before his raised hand. The swirls of purple and blue hues on her skin pulsed, contorting in a morbid dance.

In the seconds his hand needed to slice through her cries, she saw her colorful self reflected in his eyes. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Painting”

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