Today’s poem was inspired by a flash of a photo I sent, purpose to tease. And In the accompanying message I mentioned that maybe I was flashing a blank canvas in need of bruises.
Just for you.
My body, your canvas.
To be filled
red correction stripes
and highlights of yellow.
Coloured with painful precision.
Just the way you want it to be.
Seared into skin,
Signed with pride.
Your brutal artwork.
The photo flash I sent that inspired my poem