there is no reason to look
in your direction any more
this portrait is done
sallow yellows and sickly greens
of a soul split open like a rotted pear
dark bruised purple of pride
swelling just under the eyes
the whimpering greys of despair
running in streaks through your hair
casting ashes on your skin
and the reds
anger–blind rage–just blindness
so many drops, so much crimson
a shower of blood
that would make a butcher invest
in an umbrella
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
1. A Painting in Vengeance
Words and Feathers 