thoughtless beauty

her artwork.

the scalpel scrapes the surface on her arms, until there is a one line artwork all over her top body.
a one way road with no goal or destination.
her artwork on her body is seeping out of her- wanting to be heard, seen, observed but not. wanting to be obsessed about, shared and read out loud to humanity but not.
screaming out in agony to just have a small amount of hope for her own dignity to be acknowledged by kings, queens, parents etc etc. but not.

when wrapped away by sheets and garments of white, her artwork leaves a trail behind in order for her to not forget what is underneath this lie.

this made up persona she has created herself to others. she says its for protection but her body shows otherwise.
her body says that her bodyguard is crumbling away from her.

to disobey this artwork is like disobeying her life morals and values.

but to put on hold is another story.

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DAMNNN ITS BEEN A WHILE

it truly has been foreverrrrr

i kinda took a break from wattpad for like... months. not really a good enough reason for that.

but i have made like 15 drafts of various writing within my notes which this is one of them. this one being the most recent.

i hope you could make deep analysis on what this kinda poem kinda not chapter is truly about.