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Literature

Painters Synesthesia

An empty canvas. Blank. White. What solitude I feel. Yet, hope shimmers. What can an empty canvas bring. I stand in front of it. Gazing in wonder, what feelings will drip through my brush, onto this nothingness. Carefully, I pick up the brush, my trusted tool, unaware of what I feel. Unaware of what is to come... A shadow creeps behind me. Blue. I see you. Don't hide. The blue claws dig deep into my shoulder. I am unarmed, unprepared. I feel the cold, long, dead fingers of Blue, gripping my back, pulling me down... "Sit... You do not have the strength to stand..." I sit. Weakness overcomes me. Blue is cold. Blue knows how to invade my heart..