by anonymous
I am trying to find a way to paint this in watercolor,
this bloodshed.
I am trying to find something hidden, some shimmery way to put it,
some way in which it’s worth looking at.
If I rearrange the pieces, if our bodies put together made a prettier picture,
if I rediscover the crime scene you left,
maybe I could turn this hellscape into a romance.
I know there’s something here to be found, of essence,
beyond time,
worth reading about.
Call it something biblical, something fated,
maybe even something necessary.
Call me Eve, or call me Mary,
Mother Earth, messenger of the passing night,
isn’t there something holy about this?
Call it something worth passing on;
God,
there must be something beautiful, some mystery,
some strange nature here; I am desperate and
I am trying to find a way to paint this in watercolor.