Here is the poem that was originally gonna be posted tonight. This was inspired by a running story in an SAT writing class.

Renwen


It starts with a white canvas
Black, blue, purple
A streak of red
The painting has now begun

Crimson first slips down the side
Then spreads to encompass all
Slowly the canvas falls to the floor

Oh God
What have I done?

Eyes glazed in the glare of death
Arms outstretched
A whispered plea
Met with another streak

Slowly the canvas relaxes
The artist cleans her brush
Ready for the next canvas to appear