Emoting


Brushes drip a myriad of colors.
Large SWeeping gestures
Of emotional content
Seep and sink into the walls.
There isn't time to be sensible.
Time enough for one drop
To hit the floor with a shattering clash
Scattering rainbow blood as it falls.
Don't let another drop go.
It isn't seemly to cover your grayscale friends
In venomous color that infects
And stings the skin as it crawls.
It contaminates me too, this poison.
Trapping the vivacity in a metal trap
Leaving behind a palette of delusion
That is far too small.

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