The dark me tells
The kind me to feel
All of the emotions
At once
She says.
“You can’t snap out of it.”
Enraged with
The intensely mind numbing
Courage of sensible
Calamities.
Kinetically drawn to the rage of love.
Immortalized this contamination of the
Human condition by which we laminate our souls
Our dirty, kind souls!
Our wonderfully rotten hearts
Made up of beauty and destruction
Cynically consumed with all theses twisted thoughts
Laughing the thoughts mock the sensitivity of the soul.
“I want veins to cover my face”
She was expressing our horror as a display of Artistic Beauty
Ahhhh! Ahhhh! The sighs are endless.
How we covered our faces from the world
How our imperfections and hideousness becomes violently twisted into the beauty by which we cherish this lifestyle.
Get lost in the canvas!
By Deborah Godinez ©
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