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White Carcasses

An artist at work always deserves their space.

My mind was nothing more than a jumbled mess of false potential.

What could I paint when I had only did it for my queen?

I had no inspiration, no physical body to construct onto this blank canvas.

She came to me...with an offer.

An offer, an exchange, a reason to give life to these white sheets.

I could paint her.

I could paint her beauty and be freed of the white carcasses.