The Work of a TRUE Artist

Blood
drips down
pooled
on the floor
beneath
her lifeless
body
hair
matted
tangled in
the dried
blood
that came
from the
blow to
her
head
he sits
above
her
dirty
bloody
knife
in his
hand
the music
blaring
of some classic
rock song
he sings
as
he
carves
into
her
into
her
dead skin
he
always
wanted to
be an
artist
so
he practices
on this
dead canvas
first
he
carves a heart
and then
he
carves
a
flower
then
he carves
his name
when
he is
happy
with
the
images
he made
he carves
around
her
rib cage
down
around
her
navel
back
up to
her
clavicles
he slowly
lifts
her
leather
skin
from
her bones
to place
his art
in
his
gallery
he
steps
back
to view
his
last
addition
elated
at
what
he's done
he turns
to
look
at the
other
girls
lying
on
the
floor
No time
to stop
now
He has
more
work
to do
an
Artist
NEVER
stops
when
he's
inspired