The Last Goodbye
DEEP DOWN
An artist she was at heart
Making lovely prints each day
But there was a kink.
No one ever saw
But if you truly looked deep
You would find her biggest fear.
The elegant brush she used to paint
Was in fact a razor.
The canvas the art all started on
Not a clean new sheet of paper
But one that was worn out and used many times
Her scar filled wrist.
And the paint so gracefully drawn
Was blood
Her very own
Copyright © Julia Carol | Year Posted 2015
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