i was a blank canvas
as pure as crystal in a baptist church
she started with blue
smearing the color of midnight across my body
i let the cool paint absorb into my pores
it felt like an ocean of serenity cascading over me
he added gold
using the finest brush to tenderly detail around the blue
as if a way to make it more beautiful, as the color had been fading
i reflected the sunlight and took it in at the same time
she added firebrick
deep blood stained paint rollers
dancing the dance of macabre across my skin
staining my lips the color of raspberry
she either came to me in waves or not at all
he added black
as dark as the soul behind his icy blue eyes
the color of a plague of roaches
etched into my skin with a butcher knife
he ruined the beauty of it all
then came another tidal wave of firebrick and suddenly i was engulfed in the fire
and then he added violet
the color of club signs in the city fell limply onto my collarbone until i finally said enough
not another color can tinge my raw skin
my organs numb from the toxins seeping into my bloodstream
my beautiful masterpiece cannot be demolished once again
it must be pure as a winter's snow storm
and clear as the florida keys
