Colors
The colors swirl together.
There are so many I can't count them all.
Purple, Orange and Pink.
Blue, Green and Gray.
Black, Brown and White.
Different shades of each.
Many more colors I can't even describe.
There is one color that stands out the most.
It's darker than the others,
It's red...blood.
I once read a book with a quote that stuck.
It said,
"She paints a pretty picture,
but te story has a twist.
Her paintbrush is her razor,
her canvas is her wrist.
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