(apologies for the redundant post, but I like this version better and wanted to share it)
You, rich off the back of
my frenzied labor. Auctioning me off
like those whores I painted.
At least they were up for an honest day’s work.
Wildflowers should be wild, you know.
Not withering on dorm room walls under
plastic pushpins and double-sided tape.
Where were you when I suffered?
Without a cent to pinch. No one to remove
the monstrous veil blurring my sanity.
But not even Theo. Nor Christ himself
could save me. The green faery
only taking me deeper into Hell.
The ringing in my brain. Relentless thoughts.
Blinding colors. Dizzying motion.
Visceral. Urgent. Competing their way
to the surface ‘till I could no longer breathe.
I was the slave of creation.
A little death in each stroke.
My pain, now your beauty. Enjoy it.