She poured her emotions
into colors.
Dripping her heart
kindled strobe of fear
slash and glare
onto the canvas.
Her hand was the wind
directing slants of sharp rain
salting impossible blue.
Each drop a colored beetle
smudged flat
by the hair of her brush
or her thumb.
Singing shades
where ice meets blue
into
vacant colors’ eyes.
Colors banded together
like secrets
pulled taught.
Striped species
with
games to play
jousting
whimsical.
Errant
under fate’s direction.
Seeping into cracks
traversing edges
of other colors
reluctantly blending
into red
where blood grows in stalks.
Lonely opinions
Chromatic scales
climb and fall
where comfort feeds release
hidden
under
the skin
accepting rays
from
whorls of the new night moon.
Shades enlivening
dark spaces.
Blurs of novel color
overshadowing
whispers of the heart
spoken in
known violets and green.
Soon heraldic white
surrounds and smothers all
like a paper tarp
over
the immediacy of unsure results.
White covering
a heated moment
tainted prayers
internal foibles
like velvet spores
driven
outside the frame
down
towards burial.
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