Saturday, 6 June 2020

'Colours' by Hollie Sherrington

My body is a canvas, and he is the artist. His mood is reflected in the colours that adorn my torso and limbs. When he's angry, he paints me black. When he's afraid, he paints me in softer shades of blue. When he's lustful, he stains my body red. I long to be a blank canvas.

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