Silhouette
Author: Debra Thompson, © 2001

The power to cripple has charmed you the power to harm has overtaken your heart you jealously guard this power though it feeds upon your very soul stripping you, gripping me... I am but the canvas you paint your hatred upon green, black on blue, purple... angry strokes collide taper into gray The caress of the brush leaves lines that crease my face in an eternal plea shadowy traces, the stain of endless tears rage eclipsing love blaming me holding me responsible for the shadow I am hiding away receding from view growing dimmer to elude I melt, and yet you continue to paint slapping haphazard colors, careless against pale skin, the portrait darkens colors bleed into black evaporating in the stale air Canvas upon canvas languishing one upon the other in gloomy corners days weep into nights gathering cobwebs.