THREE

I have 3 days left. 3 days in this tomb. After the 3rd day, I will have stripped myself to a blank canvas. Not a white canvas. A blank canvas. A clear canvas ready to be painted. Painted by words. Only dialogue. Only phrases of purple, yellow, and green. Most certainly green. Green like envy. Green like greed. Green like lust. I lust for these 3 days. 3 final days. 3 days: a Friday, a Saturday, and a Sunday. Monday is my death. Monday is my beginning. Monday is 3 days from now.