cloaked in red
she brushed over her work
a beautiful painting
the canvas soaked
water and red
a beautiful
yet macabre marriage
she stared down at her gallery
the wowed crowd
too stunned to hold back tears
what a sight to behold
staring out into the night
the red and blue strobe lights
bringing even greater spectacle
to the open gallery
the cuts jagged
uneven
but in their ugly
her freedom rose
they found the letter
by her dresser
mum, dad
I am happy now
to find my happiness
I had to take yours.
