Written July 28, 2018
Imperfect lines
Drawn sharply with the point of your knife,
Portraiture pitched
And created within the confines of your mind.
Your art,
Your design.
Moonlight tears glimmer
In the night’s reflection
As you fuse with
The monsters of the dark.
Silence reverberates,
Step back to reveal
Colours of
Red.
Elated,
Light echos wrap around your waist
As your slowly dissipating parts
Spread through the room.
Create beauty,
And pay the price of life.
Zero-sum.
*Maybe I will make a collected edition of my writings. There are too many to post here one-by-one, so it would be efficient. Exciting.