Wrists
I have so many canvases.
Real,
My hand,
My wrists.
My favorite color to use is blue.
Green,
Purple,
Red.
Painting gets my mind off the world.
And the yelling,
And then shaking,
And then burning.
It’s so calming when it’s quiet.
Yelling downed out,
The silver gare of my brush,
My shivering hand.
You can’t make mistakes, just strokes.
Over,
And over,
On my wrists.
Copyright © Taylor Bottorff | Year Posted 2018
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