If I had a gun, I would blow my brains all over the wall. I think the image would be beautiful. The deep scarlet red splattered across the walls like wet paint on a canvas. I wonder if my dogs would eat my brain matter. I wonder if I would be heard then. I suppose I would be accused of overreacting or narcissism.
I wonder how beautiful the blood would be if I sliced my arms open. From the bend in my elbow all the way down my forearm… The bright red against my pale white skin.
The colors would be amazing.