no, dear we may not be oil paintings
and we aren't framed by endangered
trees nor are we pinned to a wall.
but don't tell me i'm wrong when i say
that we're pencil drawings because
even though we aren't as vivid in
colors but we are detailed and simple
yet astonishingly beautiful and if
the artist was good at handling pencils,
then i think no one could tell the
difference between us and what's real,
since we're so meticulous and palpable.
and look at the plus side: we don't
have to dry off and wait to be
complete.
we're already masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
SWEAT.
Poesía❝I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam and no one in their right mind, would make my heart their home. my heart's an autoclave.❞ [oops i deleted some chapters]
