Painted Red and Blue
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duskthoughtsEmpathy-The voice of understanding
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Spreading awareness

Painted Red and Blue

My body,

My body, his canvas.

My body, his canvas. A piece of art work

My body, his canvas. A piece of art work I stand,

My body, his canvas. A piece of art work I stand, painted

My body, his canvas. A piece of art work I stand, painted in a gallery

My body, his canvas. A piece of art work I stand, painted in a gallery of secrecy

Hidden

Hidden in a locked room

Hidden in a locked room I sketch

Hidden in a locked room I sketch a veil

Hidden in a locked room I sketch a veil of liquid smiles,

Hidden in a locked room I sketch a veil of liquid smiles, an artistic trait

Hidden in a locked room I sketch a veil of liquid smiles, an artistic trait I adopted.

My skin

My skin is his

My skin is his muse

My skin is his muse and his alone.

My skin is his muse and his alone. A masterpiece

My skin is his muse and his alone. A masterpiece only he

My skin is his muse and his alone. A masterpiece only he can take pride in.

He strikes

He strikes colours that talk

He strikes colours that talk of lust

He strikes colours that talk of lust and passion

He strikes colours that talk of lust and passion upon this pale surface.

He creates

He creates rose petals

He creates rose petals with blunt acrylic

He creates rose petals with blunt acrylic to blush

He creates rose petals with blunt acrylic to blush my ivory complexion.

Violent spills

Viole-t spills

Viole-t spills across paper skin

Viole-t spills across paper skin like water-washed ink,

Viole-t spills across paper skin like water-washed ink, staining subtle hues.

This painting screams

This painting screams with pain of lost love,

This painting screams with pain of lost love, pleading

This painting screams with pain of lost love, pleading for recognition

This painting screams with pain of lost love, pleading for recognition of his expressive talent

My voice muffles

My voice muffles in twisted air

My voice muffles in twisted air of The Starry Night,

My voice muffles in twisted air of The Starry Night, lost in silence.

Framed

Framed on a wall

Framed on a wall my portrait

Framed on a wall my portrait trapped,

Framed on a wall my portrait trapped, as ‘the girl who couldn’t smile’,

Framed on a wall my portrait trapped, as ‘the girl who couldn’t smile’, hollow eyed

Framed on a wall my portrait trapped, as ‘the girl who couldn’t smile’, hollow eyed and sealed lips.

My body,

My body, his canvas.

My body, his canvas. Painted

My body, his canvas. Painted red and blue

My body, his canvas. Painted red and blue bloody and bruised

My body, his canvas. Painted red and blue bloody and bruised by the bristles

My body, his canvas. Painted red and blue bloody and bruised by the bristles of his knuckles.

Author note- Painting credits; Mona Lisa-Leonardo da Vinci Der Schrei der Natur/The scream- Edvard Munch The Starry Night- Vincent Van Gogh.

Author note- A piece to bring awareness about Domestic Abuse. Please do not fall victim to it, speak up and spread the word. Do not hang yourself on a wall thinking it is acceptable. Familiarise yourself by searching ‘Domestic Abuse’ There are many forms. (Not personal to me)

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