she sits there,
naked and exposed
to the artist
hiding away behind
the blank canvas;
tears stream down her face
while goosebumps trace
her skin
for she is vulnerable
against the world
trying to paint her
picture perfect
to its eye.
-leave us women alone.
YOU ARE READING
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
