Craft

It streamed steadily

from sources we call chambers

to mouths we call tips.

 

It

ingrained itself

on an untouched canvas

Then

morphed

into  a succession

of black lines

and black hearts

 

Lines piercing

Hearts beating

 

It’s darkness

 

left

behind

 

Then

recreated

from sources we call chambers

 

Before slowly fading

Again.

 

©

 

via Daily Prompt: Craft