A blank canvas.

Submerge me in crimson. Vibrant and sickly,

drown me in agony, then constrict me.

Let me drink it in, get me drunk on this feeling;

this pain is my muse, and I just adore when it leaves me reeling.

Place a knife at my neck, blurring a bitter kiss and gentle caress,

and when your eyes soften and safety creeps, make me cower and hear me weep;

then bestow me more of your unceasing beats.

The wounds deepen, my flesh becoming tender and raw,

now yours to tear at and to mar.

I’ll be your canvas, blank and unsure

no lungs to breathe, no mind to ponder,

an unfinished piece, your bloodied thrall.

And oh god, there’s no place I wish to be more.