Reeking of despair

Hands stroking the parchment  Tiny bumps hitting your palm, Easing fingertips across a blank canvas  Not wishing to harm. A stab of colour From a pulsating heart, Insides pouring out  The beginning of a work of art. The colours blend in dissaray A battle for dominance in each swipe, Paint brush birthing the rainbow Each…

An injection of colour into reality

He let out a hum, the grey world pulsing as he stared at the empty canvas. Breathing in, he pushed his hand forward, fingers straining around the wooden handle. The bristles on his paintbrush stroked the page, creating a tiny sweeping noise as it gently laid the colour down. Sprinkles of red flicked from the…