heartbrokenbrutalism

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          She was my canvas;
          My plate of color.
          For blue, I drowned her
          Until her face matched the sky.
          For red, I dug blades under her skin
          Until her blood ran in streams.
          And for purple, I beat her
          Until her flesh blossomed like lavender.
          I saw how she flinched 
          How I plagued her little heart.
          But shouldn’t she be grateful?
          I thought she liked art. 
          
          

Ayyy Shoutout to anyone who had Pokémon cards when they were younger and had no clue how to use them. 

In self defense 
          A knife protects
          I bring my lunch
          No one suspects
          And when it's time 
          To end a life
          Deceptive fruit
          Banana knife

I was today years old when I found out that on the chiquita banana stickers there is a a spotify code.

I finally found the man behind the slaughter