The CanvasA Poem by K. BridgidShe wants to express herself But she doesn’t know how So she uses her body as a canvas And her own fingernails as the brush The emotions are overwhelming Her brain goes foggy Nothing makes sense That’s when the picture is painted A pretty little image Illustrated using only the color red After the paint dries The picture becomes rough to the touch And the vibrant red that once shone Turns to a deep maroon As time passes by The maroon starts to fade A soft pink begins to show The surface turns smooth again Until the demons return And another image dirties the canvas © 2015 K. BridgidFeatured Review
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