december 26, 2017
A C R Y L I C
fingernails
stained phthalocyanine blue,
fingerprints stamping jagged blades,
tearing apart dried paint
in an attempt to rejuvenate it
back to the times
where it flowed
like a cascading waterfall.
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LIMN
Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
