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gently, I rub 
delicate bleached flesh,
mixing mixing
dripping colors that will dry up.
to preserve your white 
with my gray fingertips
is impractical

my fingers are tied together like
a net of sinister stencils choking your skin,
scribbling your existence, a rough sketch
that ends up crumpled in waste.
 
quarreling thoughts splatter the inside of my head 
the bristles shiver in my hand while you’re floating
dry on a warm canvas, 
I don’t want your innocent breaths
to shiver in the wet coat I’m wearing.

in our colorless gallery
our donor asks “can we can paint her"

i laugh because 
i’ve already colored you 
with the peachy crumbs of my eraser
because you deserve 
the sharpest and most silver of leads.

Reviews

[Jesse-boy]

Very talented...I like it.