canvas

My body,

No work of art,

Lies naked for your intent.

Your darting eyes

Quicker than

Your furious hands

Lost in thought,

Contours and curves.

Two canvases  

One draped

Carelessly across

My bones;

Etched and shaded

By hurt,

Harm and hatred.

Yours finds beauty

In the stark stillness,

Mine sees ugly 

In the shame.

 

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