Starry night
Editor Underground
by Rumaisa Khan
Van Gogh was considered insane
trapped within the cold bricks of his asylum, cherishing each bristle to his paintbrush
that stroked masterpieces of a depressing reality —
a supposed figment of his twisted mind
But now
blood flows down the corner of each street, unnoticed
as people retreat into their cold brick homes with razors
evolution allowing them to hear the sounds of their motionless
lives with a single ear
And each possesses their own kind of paintbrush
because Vincent wasn’t all that peculiar, they think