Pelvis shattered
Back broken
She spent years
In braces and tears
Pain given form
Through clenched teeth and survival
Defiance stroked into
Canvas through paint and oil
She stares out
From history
A collapsed body her story
Plastered in technicolor rage
I turn and ask you
If you know her
Hoping her work
Had seeped through time
Into your mind
“Of course I do,” you say.
“She’s the mono brow woman.”
About the Creator
AggieSoon
I love how words can touch the hardest heart and challenge a closed mind. They are prayers and enchantment. Lament and pain. A way to give form to the immaterial and capture memories before they fade.
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