Artistic Arthritis
Paralyzed in a tranquil trance,
She stared at the white blank page, terrified,
visualizing a perfect storm, robust and rugged
Then her metacarpals mobilized, resulting
in a mortified tableau of a raging wave,
her pawn trapped,
she sculpted that death defying
dance,
perfection,
marred by a sadistic smile,,,
her first work of art
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