She was an artist
An artist of catastrophe
Forever adding lines to the masterpiece
Never knowing her extremities
Every line is a result of toxic memories
She was good at what she did
But was ashamed so she hid
No one every seen her work
she knew they just go berserk
Again she drew a line
But this time her heartbeats began to decline
And that was the very last line
Now her masterpiece was on display
No one knew what to say
Because today was the day she passed away

©maf