Thursday, May 31, 2012

Defilement

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You chip away at me,
hoping to sculpt a masterpiece,
you scrape away my dreams
filling my cracks and seams,
with your artistic vision.

You mold me until it hurts.
Pushing and pulling,
bending and breaking,
twisting and tearing,

Rubbing raw my skin
with your ruthless words

Til I am polished to your liking.

Alcohol-
Removes-
my shellac skirt.

Your white paint-
Forced-
on a collectible piece.

After.

The fragments of your
scrap pile.

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