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Canvas

by nothing-much

My body is a canvas The type you get at Michael's in a pack of three For $12.99 Pre-gessoed and ready to go Though they probably won't last forever, Hanging on a nail in your grandpa's home I paint my wrists with watercolor bruises, Purple and blue Like clouds drifting by a setting sun I sketch out lines across my thighs My every action amplified into a performance art piece I draw with little dots of ink, until I get a picture as permanent than I am I cut and dye my hair like cloth Knowing one day I will figure out how to stitch myself back together
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Feb 14, 2015
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