Blood Art.
The gallery was an array of colours and shapes; heaven never looked more picturesque. Her eyes, never the faithful lover, moved from painting to painting till she stared at this one frame that refused her a blink; a bowl pouring a red liquid- her nightmare for the past one month.
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