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Palette for your abuse

  • Poet
  • Jan 18
  • 1 min read

I don’t let people touch me anymore

For you made my body a prison

A palette for your abuse

Painting me all weak and pretty

Shades of purples and blues on my arms

Red around my eyes when you punish me

A rainbow of the pride you hide behind

The easel withering away from the lies you draw onto it

For I’m a canvas for your insecurities

An entanglement of drawings

A palette for your torture

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