Her Canvas

She drew paintings many could not understand Her body being her ever changing canvas The cruel world her muse She drew paintings many could not understand Her hands in constant use ticking like a time bomb Barrelling towards its last fuse Leaving a gaping bruise She drew paintings many could not understand NO one could confuse nor refuse Much less excuse Her eminent abuse Soaked and drenched in red hues She drew paintings Even she could not understand She had nothing to lose When the world chose their views Hate was infused And now she was gone too.