I Only Use Natural Paints. Blood Happens To Be My Fave. Poem by Aiden Francois

Butt on the floor.
Back to the door.
Effectively shutting herself in.
Hands closed around prize.
Mouth panting in anticipation.
Whispered words promising.
Fingers mapping out the perfect path
Desires clash.
One of pain.
One of pleasure.
Blade to flesh
She begins.
A tiny prick but then it drags out.
Bringing art with it.
A Masterpeice.
She hated it.
In the morning she’d realize.
She always did.
But for now it was enough
The sight alone was worth it.
The red standing out.
Blood making blueprints parallel to the ones she already made.
Noone ever noticed.
They would sooner or later.
But the damage was already done.