Written Painting
I love to paint pictures with words,
But I don’t think you can see them.
I know you can picture this:
“I’m stuck in a dense forest.
Black trees surround me as I walk.
I see something huddled against one.
It almost looks exactly like me. Almost.
Her face and arms are smeared with dried blood.
She’s covered in filth, with twigs lacing her hair.
The worst thing is that she reeks of sweat.
But then I realize that she is me.
She is what I’ve become.”
But this is what I wrote:
“I’m forever stuck in my mind.
Dark memories surround me as I walk.
I see something huddled against one.
It almost looks like me. Almost.
Her face and arms are smeared with long-past heartache.
She’s covered in pain, with disappointment lacing her hair.
The worst thing is that she reeks of fear.
But then I realized that she is me.
She is what I’ve become.”
Copyright © I'Lyeza Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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