Stuck in a Painting
I once fell in love with an artist who wanted to immortalize my frail self.
In his strokes, I was lost.
Every day, we were in his gallery and I'd sit in a position, smiling while he traced his brush on a canvas. In diverse palettes would he bury me.
And when I did die, I did not die. I was...
In his strokes, I was lost.
Every day, we were in his gallery and I'd sit in a position, smiling while he traced his brush on a canvas. In diverse palettes would he bury me.
And when I did die, I did not die. I was...