I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week.
“It’s Day 7. Time to think about vowels, with your fingers. Prosaically.”
Painting Her fingers, spattered with crimson and cobalt, merge with the brush. Stroke by stroke, she paints life onto nothingness in vibrant, pulsing hues. The colors stream across the canvas; mingling, fighting, circling, forming, becoming the creature in her mind, the one who haunts her, begging to be released.