her brushes were bleeding
her colors were screaming
she thought that he understood her
only him,
equipped with the intelligence to love her
so she loved him with all she had
walls and ceilings were crawling with her emotions
clouds and rainbows were where her mind dwelled
her suns were moons
her dreams were existence
and she was alone,
she was burned to ashes in loneliness
everyone in her life was cut into small pieces
and consumed by darkness
but she resisted and she persisted
screws in her spine and blades in her throat
she lived
with her bleeding brushes
and her screaming colors
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