Dying Canvas
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A ruby red slowly drips down my bruised mouth, bloody denial

Dying Canvas

A ruby red slowly drips

down my bruised mouth, bloody denial

flowing off of trembling lips

droplets land, within your vial

My canvases blood draining

weak, an unconscious life

lying on the floor, a painting

the creation by strokes of your knife

Stained walls, the room a flood

once more you dip your brush

into your vial, drenched in my blood

striking my canvas, until a hush

With the painting of me complete

a beauty, now deathly art

your piercing strokes, stilled the beat

of my once pulsating heart.

By, Melissa June

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