Surname

The artist works.

Stroke by stroke, drop by drop, line by line.

Every day. By sunlight. By candlelight.

Every breath. She works.

Not with paint, she brushes her own blood and tears into her creation.

The artist works.

Tired to exhaustion, yet working tirelessly.

Her cheeks hollow. Her eyes alight with love.

Every moment. Every movement.

She sculpts with the calcium of her bones, and the iron of her blood.

The artist works.

Month after month. Nine moons pass.

Her entire body aches, yet she works.

Crafting every detail. Perfecting her work.

Soon her masterpiece will be complete.

The artist screams.

With roaring pain and violent spasms,

She brings her work to life.

Her weakened body finds strength yet unknown.

She bears the price of creation.

The artist is erased.

The signature of her blood and tears is cleaned away.

Her work is sanitized. Sterilized.

Attributed not to her.

Her work is signed with his name.