She did her best art work late at night
upon her muscled biceps
and sleek scarred forearms her forever canvas,
Artist brush a fingernail or razor blade both sharp as her mind
and caustic tongue
in controlled daylight.
At night she was a child
hurting inside,
thinking of stories
for morning lies.
Easier to hurt the outside
make the pain live, alive
memories an inner scream
dancing to the hurt.
Blood hatred red
sunsets
bleak waterfall eyes
non-sweetened
bitter tears slow drip
make the pain live, alive
memories an inner scream
dancing to the hurt.
using the word live then alive just after seems a bit confusing and the line
memories an inner scream...
maybe you need of between memories and an
but I am not really sure of that because it is a little unclear what you
wanted to convey there.
One other thing, this line:
Artist brush a fingernail or razor blade both sharp as her mind
seems a little too long for the rest of your poem.
But don't take what I have said too much to heart...these are just my
opinions.
Adelaide
"Lucky" <Lucky...@webtv.net> wrote in message
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This is an interesting portrait of a common enough personality. I have
problems with the line "Artist brush a fingernail or razor blade both sharp
as her mind", in that fingernails are not near as sharp as razor blades. I
would leave out the fingernail as just having the razor blade there makes
the poem more powerful.
Bobby
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