A non fungible token

When her mum died she started painting

and even though I don't have much money

I said 'how much for everything?' and now

I own it all, everything she will ever create

and her back catalogue, her mum

charcoaled on cartridge paper in her NHS bed,

giving the thumbs up,

an oil painting of the flowers on the gravestone

etchings from childhood holidays.

In return all she asked for was that I painted too.

She bought me a paintbrush

and left me to get the rest.

Now her walls are full of the dreadful, meaningless

images I feel forced to create.

She says it's funny how bad they are,

that when people come round they can't

actually believe it.