Words are Knives

Sunest on Sin

I'm painting tonight.
Watching the sun go down through my window.
Soon I won't have light to
Scribble out my thoughts with.

In the bed across from my easel,
Luci lays.
He grins at me,
Shadow stretching across the room.
I can hear what he's thinking,
Laughing at my attempt
At art.

I shake my head, turning back to gaze at the sunset before me.
I don't care about my retinas anymore,
My sight has long since
Ceased being important.

I don't need to see to feel.

I stretch my hands out,
Feeling the rolling turmoil
Of the paintbrush.
I pull it across my canvas,
Feeling the colors explode.

Luci really does laugh now,
"Beautiful, doll, beautiful."

I paint him,
The shadows,
The sun.

The light disappears from the room
As the sun sets,
I finish my painting.
Sign the back, present it to Luci.

He laughs.
"What's it called, doll?"
"Sunset on Sin."

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Once again, a very symbolic piece. Not too direct I hope. Love all of you beautiful people!
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