THE PAINTING------- AGED DAYS
Crimson blood red
the paint drips slides creates
down futures clear glass stillness
striking the face
it dilutes into new streams
a vinyl record spins through its own galaxy
disturbing memories truth
clothing in riot
in discarded religion
strewn across another day
battlefield
coated snoring walls
surround decomposing cages
blessings being beaten
in every corner
in every chance
nights drunken freedom
now pleads against chastity
broken limbs piled into
greek canvas
playful in tragedy
scorned as a lovers
fragrant request
She watched her veins
those scars traded
fingers bent
curled spots dash in drastic colour
nervous enters her room
she applauds
sets another scene
AND NO ONE
CAN SEE HER PAINTING
BLEED
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