Red Yellow Purple Grey

“Be Gentle..” I plead through water colour eyes, As your brush traces my blank canvas, Colour me red, purple, yellow, grey, Cover me in fingerprints, bite marks, handprints, dismay. “It's my first time..” I sigh as you approach me, You knew what you had come for as you see red, ‘To paint’ you sigh as your grey eyes fall, ‘To love’ yellow words paint my skin. “It hurts..” I shriek as you start to work, Paintbrushes turn to box cutters, Gentle hands turn to strikes and screams, Colouring me red, purple, yellow, grey. “I don’t want to..” It doesn’t stop you now, Red bruises turn purple, then grey, Yellow paint runs from my veins, As I lay torn, desolate, a mirage of your love.