I wish that I could smash myself open like a priceless vase
In a cold empty foyer
Break brittle on the Italian marble
& expose my contents in an artful grandiose [Heavy Metal] breakdown
The spread of ash could read like the leaves in your teacup
& I should have seen it coming
But I fucked up
Nothing balances well on a pedestal
I Fear,
(Original Artwork by Emily Dylan 2020)
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Nice poem! Raw emotions translated on canvas.
Now this is what I love to hear! Thanks for reading.
I try to write like I paint, Just an expressionist doing my best to express all the visceral feelings bubbling up inside.