A blank mind,
clouded deep blue with ebony-black streaks,
knows of dark truth.
A blank body,
stricken lavender and speckled splashes of pink,
hides of shadowed lies.
A blank canvas,
dotted and splattered silvers and whites,
drips of coal-colored tears.
Her imprint,
is left frozen and shattered,
while theirs,
is left scorched and burned.
All masterpieces are different.
But the most special of all,
are the ones turned shredded and torn.
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PoetryAnother dark place where my thoughts can bleed freely.