If you had an hour to live..
Would you spend that hour saying that an hour isn't enough.

When I was little
Pain was defined by broken bones, scraped skin, paper cuts.

When I was little
The worst heartbreak was a friend not wanting to share their crayons.

When I was little
I never imagined myself as an artist.
Canvas
Brush
Paint.

Now that I am older
Pain is defined by broken bottles, sliced skin, deep cuts.

Now that I am older
The worst heartbreak is the one that comes with a missing goodbye.

Now that I am older
I am a very talented artist.
Skin  
Razor
Blood.