Sunlight beaming through the glass covered room, rays of light dancing on the walls. An artist is at home in her gallery, painting the world through her vison alone. Stark naked, flawless, the canvas waiting for the first strike of her brush. Colors so vibrant they out shine the sun, she follows the pattern of light from the stained glass windows across the way. Dark, dangerous, and filled with the sins of the world, she prays without a God present that when the sun kisses the moon goodnight, she doesn’t become her own canvas.
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I enjoy fictional writing, and creating fantasies in my head. It's a dark place in there, and sometimes, I even scare myself. View all posts by confessionsofpassion