For Suzette Richards's "Go Fish" Contest
That moment when you revisit old artwork that once felt like a masterpiece, and now think, "What the heck is this abomination?!"
Pencil strokes blacken the page Crowds blur out around the scene White leaf enlivened by sword and magic Heroes journey through the frames Worlds arise from fingertips Ink spill out as though blood Ink can't stain a wounded art Fingers mar those black-lined strokes Frames a prison from the crowd Thoughts withheld remain white Magic blur out from the scenes Parchment smudged in pencil dust
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