I painted blue women for those who leave behind unwanted stories about themselves
I painted the red set remembering those who swallow fire and leave behind ashes in the dust
The pallid yellow for those who tortured themselves and left behind the scars
The green for mothers and daughters and wives
What shall I paint for those who leave nothing behind
Nothing that sing or whisper or drown
Those who draw and erase every line they live
And vanish in a split second of time
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