Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2015
poor girl using her own body as a canvas.
blades as brushes and blood as paint.
to recount her life story
into a single illustration,
before the clock runs out
and the book finally shuts.
cleo
Written by
cleo  27/Gender Fluid/los angeles
(27/Gender Fluid/los angeles)   
374
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems