Beneath the splatter of burst hearts.

We gather
beneath the splatter
of burst hearts
commanded by compromised parts
stadiums stench of human sweat
dripping and wet
as they perspire under the influence
knowing if they stop they’ll be in ruins
eyes water
to the tune of human torture
as the artist on display
splatters the canvas in disarray  
jagged torn skin
rotted flesh and worn thin
maroon red splattered
as the audience is left feeling flattered
exposure at the cost
of being bossed
of creations being filtered through many hateful eyes
and forced into a world of compromise.   

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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