Blood on The Easel - with Everavalon

Blushing and brushing
with the blood on the easel
shuffling and rushing
through gains marked as evil.
The skin of putrified flesh
the thyroid bone sharpening.
Churned and still fresh
the razor is darkening.
Nicotine-stained-eyes
dripping from the throat's smile
cracking like walnuts.
With shells that compile
squirrels that fuss
busting the gut.
Leveraging
hemorrhaging.