Red

his lips were recolored from her last kiss

his neck still wore the trails of her red velvet lips,

his back was set apart with splendid red straight lines which were produced using her nails

his back turned into a canvas for her,

as she indiscriminately proceeded with the artistic creation, leaving more ways, carnage making the work of art become animated.

when she pulled away, she was caught in the act, blood over her fingers and whatever she could do was gaze at him. 

at his eyes, his purple and scarlet imprints on his neck, the trails of her lip stick running down his body.

what’s more, for a brief second she could see her appearance in his eyes.

smeared cosmetics on her lips, blood staring her in the face running down on her wrists.

she could see her actual nature through his eyes, low maintenance painter and a full time serial killer.

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- r. a. s.