The Tortured Artist

A tragic character is appealing in nature

Much like the evergreens that live well below the surface of the Ocean

It retains colours viridescent that filter through joy and mistrust

And flows back and forth with the gentle rocking of currents and psychedelic substances

That allow her to retain a superficial glow

And to communicate with others through cryptic means of ruins, carrier-pigeons, and gesticulations of the mind

Its misunderstood tortured nature mesmerises

Beatific and unrelatable to the proletariat

But it grants her the ability to talk to a Golden Raccoon

As it rummages through the bins

Not out of sheer necessity, but rather for the blatant photographic opportunity it presents