i remember the day your head caught fire.
the flames kissed your brain first and then mine
and soon our entire lives were burning.
the curses and acid spat from your mouth tainted my innocent ears.
my once unblemished skin is branded with the insidious ghosts of your abuse.
i was your canvas;
a perfect, blank easel for you to spill your rage upon.
but now that i am painted I'm no longer any use to you.
I'm a worthless piece of art.
your first draft that you threw out as soon as you finished.
i am nothing but a burned girl.
a tainted artwork.
a broken doll.
