artist

you painted my walls
as you pinned me to them
with your hands,
dipped in danger.
you made streaks
and smears
and smudges,
and smiled as i watched you.
you used my blank canvas
safety
and your palette of
pain
to create your
masterpiece.
no shade of
mercy
would ever touch your brush.

even when the water colors
wash away,
i'll be reminded of your art
by the black
and blue
stains
that can't be scrubbed off.