Scorching.
Burning embers.
Melting bodies...
Molding bones.
Write the pain..
Make the nightmares...into pretty words.
Run from the dark....to the table side lamp.
Morph the disability into an ability. Take the tools, and.put them to work.
Shape the bleeding souls...into painted flowers, make them beautiful.
Not like perfume on a casket, but like a graveyard at dawn.
Take that broke, hideous, rage....and melt it into a written delicacy.
Bitter and dry veins...
Granting brittle, crimson liquid..
Ink the terror..
Terrorize the page.
Pain is beauty....
Beauty is pain..