Okay, so... this is kinda a poem I wrote at like 3 AM last night... I'm also sorry for not uploading
Catergory: Sad-ish 3AM poem
Tw: Mentions of Self-Harm
They're an artist
The sharp, silver brush running over their wrist, the red paint leaving straight lines
They're an artist.
The hot lighter pressing against their stomach, leaving small circles and red spots all over the canvas they call their skin
They're an artist.
Their hard fists leaving blue and purple stains all over their tighs
They're an artist.
The canvas that they consider their body and skin painted beautifully with scars, marks, stains and lines.
"Art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed" after all...
Okay, like I said, kinda random and honestly, it also kinda sucks but... eh. It's something :)
YOU ARE READING
Just Some Random Oneshots
Short StorySoo... Sometimes I get bored as hell and then I write. -And some of them are smutty -Some gay -Some horror-ish -Some are fluff And some of the stories I write can end up being pretty good! So I hope you can guess where this is going... Enjoy! -Mika...
