I am the Artist

5/19/06

I am the one painting

Silvery clouds around your throat

Twisting shades of gray into

The perfect wire of a garrote

Gaze back into the mirror

The taunting of your cold reflection

I broke you like glass

Three million shards of rejection.

Streaks of red on rough canvas

I don’t do this out of spite

I laugh now in the looking

Your dead eyes turned to light

You are my prefect picture

This was my last and final test

The finished images are haunting

Born of your chaos and my unrest

So will you buy this portrait?

I’ll help you hang it by your bed.

You’ll smile in sleep knowing

Exactly what you’d look like dead.