somewhere beyond our limits is a charcoal sky
and puffs of soft smoke clouds.
a man dressed in heaven's pretty smile
said he adored me almost as much as his paints.
said he'll love me all the same
no matter what.
i trusted him. he couldn't lie, not to me-
for he was an artist and i was a lover
i was luna's mistress and he owned the earth
and he knew things he shouldn't have.
he owned the world
he had it wrapped around his fingers and
gave it life with his brushes when he wanted.
he owned creation until
his hands stopped working the same.
i haven't seen him since.
i still remember him too well.
his last painting was blue and green
it felt like silk and lace on skin and bones
and it screamed my name in his prettiest cursive.
i adored him almost as much as his paintings.
does he know i still do?
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AN ESCAPIST'S REPRESSED DESIRE | poetry
Poetryhe said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
