mistakes are forever
and regret is the undercoat
that primes your life

perhaps foolishly
it might seem calmer
on the surface
to forget the original dream
than to colour it over with
shades of new intention
when all you want to do
is bleed the red out of your eyes
until the copper rusts your face
and runs finally clear –
a dried salty ash
the only pock-marked
stain on your bloody canvas

the minimalist collector
your highest bidder


© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 15 July, 2015

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