"Panic"I see through coldness
Her eyelids, warm
Heard the coulds' zephyrs' friction
Then felt sweat on my tongue
Relief kicked a grimace
I thrust fear into my lungs
Then exhaled
I rolled her coffee stained napkin
over my eyelids
She pecked her work of art
The bloodclot on my neck
My pen leaked
She drank the ink
In a panic
Poem by and acrylic "expressionism" on canvas by Mando Padilla
"Panic" is the painting and poem of the day because every day, I Dream of Monsters.
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