The ArtistA Poem by olympiusluYou were an artist of pain.Your hands are as soft as the pillow that I lay my head on at night I have been dreaming, dreaming of torture and executions people tied up to the walls you were an artist an artist of pain and I was your canvas your brush was like a blade trailing along the skin blood like paint splattered and made the most beautiful landscape You painted a masterpiece that I had to eventually turn to ashes in the scorching flames like an x-ray you pick out my bones like a hungry dog. and now my tears they burn like acid down my cheeks taking with them my flesh like candle wax. © 2018 olympiusluFeatured Review
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