Bloody PerfectionMature

An artist,

His canvasses bodies-

Young

Old

Weak;

 

Shrouded in mystery,

Blindfolded

Depraved-

The painter,

Sculptor,

Shaping his works

Carving

Re-colouring

Ebony

Scarlet

Ivory

His masterpiece-

Stripped naked

Spread-eagled

Bled dry,

Cold burgundy halo;

Eyes glittering,

Unhidden malevolence

Shining against his blank perfection-

Emotionless

Lifeless

Complete.

The End

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