#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
a painting,
just like a word, in order to take it,
I have to steal it,
birds don't fly around here anymore, there's nothing left, burnt to the ground, everything we kept,
digging you up is like desecrating a grave, such calamity, take my mind,
flee from me, my sanity, that which remains, powerless prayers,
remnants like stains,
soon to depart, memories and one broken heart, surrender beauty,
sing like the brave