Staring at the ruined canvas that possessed colours she detest
And shapes she'd never digest to view any longer,
She slathered fresh hues to cover it
like poetry on blacked out and struck out words on a rejected love letter
a poem for the new lover over the wounds left by another
the canvas regained a new soul without losing its texture
with no peels to be pulled apart from the dead layers
the raw skin accepted it like a stability medium to embark a new journey
towards a heightened light source
the protagonist of the painting was yet to arrive
but the scene was set
not a happy one
yet not a sad one
just a new one
a better one
to welcome the overwritten sonnet
like a new fetus entering a womb that has shredded itself in vain every month
awaiting one for years, hopeful despite the betrayal to endured
She looked forward to the foreground
that now rests in her mind
which will soon be transmitted onto the canvas
that once brought her sorrow
The suffering added a taste
that the new ingredients could never have.
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