Kevlar 

I spilled my paint onto a stain-proof canvas. The colors of my poetry ran down her barren body and blended into a rainbow at her feet. 

She remained devoid of color, despite the pool of art that lay before her.

Her heart was as black as sin…cold with no sanctuary for emotion. 

My poetry wasn’t enough. 

-(e)Scape

 

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