The Creation of Us

Addictive like art we are. Our likenesses a splattered canvas of flesh and bone. We rise and fall, like the strokes of a paintbrush. Like a leaf on the wind, we whisper to the artist and his hand, creating ourselves. We are his muse, and we are his failure. A painting only a lover would understand. We fight our own creation for the sake of it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thanks is to MS MR, and their song Bones.

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