The Last SupperI sit front and centre
hands spread, a victim of your choices. The red wine stains my lips swirls in my mouth like poison. Twelve different voices crowd my ears this is goodbye, but we do not know it yet. If I could climb inside my own artwork, I would change the past, present and future. The moment I announce the betrayal of all we have worked for, beautiful chaos. You clench your fist and withdraw A pretty penny was your price, so easily bought. You took me here, you see, to Italy where we could sit and marvel at what remains each stroke of Da Vinci's masterpiece eroded just as our own has been. We do not take the Father's name in vain in our house instead, we find receipts for jewellery our mother never received. You are our Judas Iscariot now the red wine stains the table cloth with blood you will not climb a hill to place your head in a noose. Yet still I pray for the resurrection, the salvation of your name disappearing from the divorce papers. Jesus Christ. (It was all in vain.) 16/10/2019 12:21:08 am
I know that it is sad that you did not win, but at least you made it to the finals. It was so close, and I know that you feel frustrated, but maybe this is just not your time. You are going to have a lot of more opportunities, and I know that you are going to make use of all of them. I hope that you continue doing this, because I cannot see you give up. Keep going and win! Comments are closed.
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