Judgements can be torture.

After the blade had been taken
the creature is left shaken
alone within a puddle of blood
with the reflection of what once stood
each thought allowed to breathe
within a world to over see
those that pass by scald the creature
judgements can be torture.

I wrote the above poem in response to the image. I viewed the image as a creature without a scalp sitting upon a puddle. Which as I wrote the poem became a puddle of it’s own blood reflecting back a broken image of itself. I often think of my drawings as a sort of inkblot type of art in which is up to interpretation and each person can perceive it in their own way.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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