those things she does-.
she creates
paintings out of blood
urine and feces.
it doesn't matter where she gets it
she forms it into
a beautiful work of art.
she cries
while watching silent comedies.
in the middle
of the film she bursts
into tears
and she can never tell me
why.
she plays
gospel music
as she leads black magic rituals
in the candlelight
saying
it'll bring her closer to God.
yet
mostly she holds
tightly onto my emotions.
showing me things I've never seen
before
and probably never will again
once whatever we have together
inevitably falls apart.
Keith Wesley Combs is a union painter who likes to write poetry in his spare time. He likes to write about his life, life in general and all the crazy people he meets on his travels. His poetry has been published in Main Street Rag, Pearl, Carcinogenic Poetry, Record Magazine, Cokefish, Black Book Press, Struggle, Blue Collar Review, and many more with more to come.
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