The Artist

The Artist

A Poem by streetrose

Her body an empty canvas

But he painted her that night

Lips and fingers blood red

Arms bound and tainted white

Legs black and blue

Green eyes watery and bloodshot

Hair a wild copper halo

A living little rag doll

Broken and thrown in the corner

The canvas has disappeared

© 2016 streetrose


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I like that you worked in so many colors. favorite line "living little rag doll". very disturbing.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on March 2, 2016
Last Updated on July 14, 2016