404 – constant early morning inspirations

she is a child that paints with her toes and writes with her elbows.

very much she is a quiet girl lingering in the shadows

uncaring of both attention or dismissal.

her words can shelter you from the cold winter sun and her paintings cry-

her paintings cry in watercolour that spills over the canvas and easel, absorbed by the floor to create marble

but when forced upon a page staring her blank in the face

with her wrists shackled by a pair of determined hands that needs

she withers like a sleepy plant

for she creates not for display or verdict, but for herself

unbound she vomits glitters onto paper

she thrives in the wilderness.



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