Blood Paint

She sketched me

a biting breeze

I brushed a stroke

of blood paint

on her wounded knee

She fell into the pit

of the abstract skies

As I sat in purgatory

playing the iron fiddle

She hurdled the

flashing disturbance

As I held on to her

ancient pieces

I saw her tired eyes

blink for a millisecond

The gore continued

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