Red, white, black hues,
serpentine streaks,
chaotic brushstrokes -
these patterns are
reminiscient of the last
two months
of my bohemian Life.
It's like being at a rodeo,
seeing the inhumane show play out
in front of my eyes -
me as the unwilling
bystander, my eyes
aghast with bewilderment
and angst.
I look at the bulls
raging and bucking wildly
across the mud fields,
the pitiful, yet fierce look
in their black eyes,
and I sympathize deeply,
deeply with them.
It's like they have no will
of their own.
I've felt that way.
So going back to Massacre,
the artist's almost-autobiographical
piece,
I think I know what
pillage looks like now -
another version of reality.
Is massacre the tabula rasa
for desire and rebirth?
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
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