your body is made up of intricate designs that were ruined when your artist splattered them across a tattered canvas. your bones are gnarled and twisted, your eyes flicker dimly.
you are like a piece of abstract artwork. and you and i both know that i love art.
YOU ARE READING
deflorationis
Poetryan anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
