Art

i’m spilling this blood

instead of the ink

breaking the vows

i made

with a faux diamond ring

carving into white marble

i am the new da vinci 

i paint my sculptures red

because i am blue

she doesn't love this shade of purple

one part emotion

three parts dna

100% storm

but i didn’t prepare her

only an umbrella

but these

these are double digit winds

and i'm still breathless

as overwritten as that is

my voice is so far

from silk

it is barbed wire

at 1am

wrapping around your neck

drenching you

in ruby rain

 

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