miscellaneous stories

Broken

Red.

Blue.

I splatter paint on the canvas to release all my energy.

I paint with only red and blue out of anger of them leaving me and sadness that I wasn't worth staying for.

Tears build behind my eyes but I hold them in even though I'm alone. I need to be able to see my painting.

A blue girl staring out a window to a dark red world and she wears a big red dress covering almost all of her. The room she sits in is a blue so deep that it's almost black.

All is covered in drops of red and blue of all shades.

It's finished and put up for auction at the local museum I give all my pieces to.

It sold.

Odd, isn't it, how we become so artistic when we get our hearts broken.