Red Streaks
Red streaks
I brush you onto my canvas
What will you become?
Red streaks
On another canvas
What have I become?
My paint drips like blood
So familiar
All too familiar
A droplet caresses my forearm
So many red streaks
Past and present
Red streaks
Some to create
Some to destroy
Copyright © Kay Li Su | Year Posted 2017
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