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.”


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. 


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