u don’t know ur the villain

You wanted to paint me bad

but these horns

were cast from your shadow.

Dangerous, & there I was

spun in silk with

punctured wounds,

your thumbprints.

I oozed infected acrylic

you painted your roses dead

then gave me credit

for your blood canvas.

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