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I’m a black splotch on the canvas of you

grey blends in,

I throw water at it, and it bleeds, runs, and turns into something, not beautiful, not interesting

Something scary, dangerous

It picks up speed

Chases me right out of the room

The room that you were in

The room that we were in

We were safe in there, but now it is out of control

It cannot stop

It picks me up, carries me on its fiery wings burning my skin, laughing at my fear, its eyes mesmerizing and hypnotizing

and I am gone.


Off to a place where the nightmares of yesterday and the memories of today will be slayed


Gallery wrapped and hung on the forever wall of distinction and disdain