Journey

Lines

Everyone loves art
She thought abstract was exquisite
Making marks at random and it being called beautiful
But the lines she made were only one color
Reduced to one shade and one brush
Brush
She called it her paint brush
Making everyone believe that she was just cold
In the blurry heat of summer she wore her jeans everywhere
Never going swimming and skipping dances
She loved her art so much it began to travel
Ankles
Thighs
Stomach
Arms
Neck
She believed her art was beautiful
Until the red shading disappeared
Leaving only little white lines to be justified
Her art would never last
No one saw her art anyways
The abstracted lines all along her body
She deemed herself unworthy and helpless
Others noticed the art and decided it was none of their business
Her brush went to deep
Making her paint spill
The lines that riddled her body finally discovered
But it was to late