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Anne
Poems
Jan 2019
Moving Portrait
There’s a moving portrait above my sink,
her cheeks are pudgy,
her skin is pink.
Her eyes are melting,
teeth fallen out,
her noose is bleeding
a river of doubt.
The portrait screams,
she cries for aid,
she tells a dead god,
that he could have stayed.
No oil,
no paint,
no canvas,
not a brush;
Instead this portrait feels and aches,
her rawness still to gush.
Yet dusk is dusk,
and by dawn it is dawn.
You may look for such a portrait,
to find that it is gone.
Not a finger nail in sight,
not a single clogged hair.
It begs but one question:
Was she ever really there?
every **** night
#portrait
#sad
#poetry
#art
#depression
#anxiety
#stress
Written by
Anne
21/F/Canada
(21/F/Canada)
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