Blank body equals canvas
Too bad we ain't art
Blank body equals canvas
You painted me
But I ain't art
Not for sale.
You painted me with bitter spirits
You swatched, dripped and stroked
Your demons on my body
Called it art.
Said I made you"
So who was I before?
Just a blank body
A sin eater
An empty vessel unto which others pour.
Blank bodies not for sale.
You have to create them.
Empty them
I wasn't always a blank body...
YOU ARE READING
Let It Burn
PoetryThis a compilation of poetry & of self it is about love, hope pain and all of those other complex emotions you cant describe but can feel.
