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Artist's Masterpiece


They didn't consider him 

To be an artist 
Because they weren't aware 
Of the water colors 
He brushed onto his cheeks 
When he was alone 
 
He hid in his father's filthy shadow
Raised to follow
In the abuser's footsteps
The man who he called father 
Considered him to be 
Nothing more than an apprentice  
 
He grew up watching his father 
Stain his mothers body 
Until he helped 
Hang her beautiful frame
In the master bedroom closet
 
These haunted images 
Followed him to art school 
Reached out from his nightmares 
To paint themselves on the page
 
She was a blank canvas 
Before he spotted her innocence 
In the lit up store window
He never let her forget 
The service he'd done for her, 
By snatching her from the shelves 
 
He decorated her with 
Pastel tears and acrylic blood 
Coloring her once white body 
A bold Crimson
 
She was his abstract beauty 
A work of art with deeper 
Meaning under her canvas 
Of bruises and scars
 
She felt confident 
As his brush stroke words 
Covered her insecurities 
With a thin coating of reassurance 
 
She hung on his walls 
The frame concealing yet 
Broadcasting her beauty 
For all to see 
She was his masterpiece 
 
Because to him 
The only beautiful thing 
In this world must be broken 
 
His oily signature resides on the 
Bottom right corner of her ankle 
This mark of ownership 
Forever binding her to 
Her abusive artist 
 
But she couldn't help 
Missing the delicious freedom 
Of a life lived in solitude 
 
And no amount of varnish 
Could have prevented
The damage caused by 
The water colors running 
Down her cheeks each night 
And his excuses of not wanting 
To get his smock dirty 
Made her long for his touch 
  
He offered untold riches 
Presented her at art galas 
And refused to auction her off 
Claiming she was 
Too beautiful to share 
And at first 
She believed him 
 
But it's only a matter of time 
Before she hangs herself
In the master bedroom closet

 

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