Her Painting

She once painted a picture of a girl who wanted to fly, Jumped right off the canvas and took to the sky. Her brush nothing fancy just a dull chipped blade, nothing more to do now than watch her paint the page. She's an artist... Ink swims through her veins. She could paint forever because she controls the pain. She's a natural, watch the way the canvas comes to life. peels itself from the fabric as the blood begins to dry.. its beautiful, sickeningly so. looks just like water color as the paint starts to flow. relief crawls over her skin as her painting takes its shape, blurring at the edges and her hands begin to shake.. She's dizzy now and her painting begins to fade, this is her masterpiece and shes no longer afraid. She's ready, it all started with a paintbrush, a simple dull chipped blade.. nothing left to do now. Just to clean the mess she made.