and it's okay
to paint yourself
black
and links of
crimson red
because that's a sacrifice
you make when you
agree to live
in a world like this.
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...
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and it's okay
to paint yourself
black
and links of
crimson red
because that's a sacrifice
you make when you
agree to live
in a world like this.
