she can paint such a lovely picture
she'll even do it with a twist!
her paintbrush is a razor,
and her canvas? her wrist.
with swift strokes of her brush
maroon paint flows ever so smoothly
with open gashes her brain turns to mush
and she sighs, ever so relieved.
YOU ARE READING
Little Blue Book of Poetry
Poetryi hope you'll enjoy my little garden of words that are shaped by my emotions and maybe even appreciate them
