Pretend Paintbrush.

By Syona Rajput

Not a razor, I found a paintbrush.

Not hidden, but in broad display of my room. Not lines, I splashed curves.

Not a red ocean, a clear one instead.

Not one-way side, but up and down till I swooned. Not pain, I felt nothing.

Nothing but dripping paint, no dripping blood. Coming out, from canvas's broken mend, not skin. Not a razor, I found a paintbrush

I close my eyes, I pretend.

By Syona Rajput