To the Bone



Soaked in Nervous sweat, with grim smile of Determined endurance 

Ready for rebirth with colourful stain 

Charged with nervous Anticipation, Of new and Permanent Art

Underlining this new truth, with pain the evidence of our sincerity 

She paints Her living canvas, with needle, gun & ink

Relentless, in Her pursuit of perfection 

Seeking the pride of accomplishment 

This artist, this torturer, this indelible storyteller

Creator of her blood soaked masterpiece 

Further Evidence of Her vision of perfect form, with clarity its own truth

Her interpretation of a new and preferred reality

This personal statement that all will see

Drilling ever deeper, a blood smeared story unfolds, told with line & shade

The clock ticks ever slower, as verse becomes chapter, in a mesmerising hum

Anytime now, Her statement to the world

To the Bone

To the Bone

 

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