2.16.

In one eye
I see God
In the other is
the Devil

Feathers fell
from a hidden
heaven

You are a cold
stencil
in my bedroom
Dancing fingertips
on my canvas hips
My flower petal
skin
that sandpaper
hands
strip away
A living work of
Art
You wanted on
your wall
of fame

To afraid to
understand
So you painted
a fake