LOVE IS PAIN
PAIN IS ART!
IF GRAFFITI ON THE WALL CHANGED ANYTHING AT ALL
THEN IT WOULD BE ILLEGAL
IF SCARS COULD GO AWAY
WHAT WOULD YOUR BODY SAY
DON’T EVER HIDE YOUR FEELINGS
A crack in the visage,
like a fissure in an oil painting,
runs haphazardly along the random veining of a heart.
Bits of color peel away, fluttering to the floor
like snow or soap bubbles
or flecks of dried blood.
The artist bleeds like that:
clean and dirty and to-the-death.Back to Blog