Redhanded
Wet buttons and oval dab trail,
drop onto refuse of dust’s space.
Arcs and waves upon floor paved,
color licks on concrete’s rough face.
Warning flares on the bright white,
taught, tied, and tormented in place.
Drip, drip and steps repeat that beat,
Closure comes into victim’s embrace.
Vehement slashes of vented release,
strikes remake and scarlet is branded.
The Artist’s bristles flaming on canvas,
Her favorite paint coats her red handed.
EaS
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