Aurora Grey Darling

He left bruises more beautiful and detailed than any artist ever could paint, detailed lines and swirls,
Blotches, patches and scratches
Marring the pail canvas of my skin
I had my own collection of northern-lights from where he pressed to ******* delicate skin
Skin tears and dried blood on clothes
Everything was grey when he wasn’t around
Light dim everything an old movie
But when when he was there he light everything up
I was color blind and he brought color back
But he was two faced
Bringing color to my sight, but ******* it from my eyes
I was grey
But he still called me darling
My body was a piece of abstract art, for everyone to gawk at
He was the artist who created me
He signed me AGD
I was a tattered Gray canvas with the Aurora borealis painted on my skin
Yet he still called me his little Darling
I guess he truly listened to William Faulkner
“You must **** your Darlings”