abuse

a palate of colors, tubes of memories paint a portrait of mixed hurt forgiveness

slow strokes distinguish between brilliant differences between bristles and memories

realizing a masterpiece was only an introduction to the destruction

tears run and the colors mix, death and fear are created by an unwilling victim

a promise of sorrow is given
false and hallow
bristles tare from its metal sheath as the impact of the painful droplets land once again, mixing the undried paint

silence

silence
i sit in silence and wonder, i wonder whether i cross your mind. if my embrace and smile still sit shallow in your thoughts.
i wonder if you still feel donated to a part of my creation, if the sense of kin still lingers in your heart.
i wonder whether sorrow floods with remembrance, i wonder if the religion of it all exists.

night terrors follow my footsteps, you, your bitter soul has left me scarred.

replacement, this search has left me bare, no flowers grown and no animals graze. it is a field so barron that even cacti die.
but thats what you wanted.