The sweep of his hand
Across her pale face
Firm
Yet like a breeze
Leaving her permanently scarred
He slashes and lashes with his tool
To his content
Each time
Scarring her some more
Covering her with caresses
Caresses that scar her
Beautifully
Caresses that leave all
In awe
Then gently
The crescendo approaches
Like all the others
With a swift sharpness
He imprints on her
His mark
And the artist’s work is done
His relationship with his canvas over
Yet much stronger
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