Polyamorous

A blank canvas

"Fill the space," he said.

"Why are you so afraid?"

Lines of colour

Blur

Until no space is left.

This bitter taste

I cannot deny

"Breathe it in.

Let it fill you," he said.

Everything becomes nothing

Blank becomes full

Empty becomes whole

And yet the longing persists

One last drag

One last stroke

Of a brush 

That can hold no more paint.

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