Poem: Pigment

 

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Title: Pigments

I am a blank page

A canvas primed for color

A bit of dye here

Some lipstick there

Some shiny piercings

uneven cuts of hair

They say it's self destructive 

That I'm tearing myself apart

If this is so 

then I embrace 

this beautiful vice

Maybe I am tearing myself apart

For destruction and creation

Go hand in pigment stained hand

Another color here

Some eyeshadow there

A little tattoo

And the long tendrils of my hair

Cast to the floor

I remake myself

I wither then

I rebuild myself

Not the most beautiful art

But at least I'm still painting