Sunday, June 15, 2014

sometimes when your chest gets tight
when the voice in your head won't quit
 if you catch yourself dragging fingernails over your skin lovingly like home grown knives
the best thing you can do is write
take a sheet of paper and an ink pen
spill your cliched heart broken soul
cover the page
and cry on it
coat your feelings in gesso
it smells like house paint but that's okay
paint strips downwards
watch your ink blur and grey
hide it under something beautiful
pretend that you could have been an artist
if you'd wanted
and if that teacher hadn't said you lacked originality
don't stop
dip your hands into primer
cover your scars
make your skin new