[Poetry] The Painting

Her cries poured through him like paint through flimsy paper. She begged for escape, but no one came to save her. 

She tensed before his raised hand. The swirls of purple and blue hues on her skin pulsed, contorting in a morbid dance.

In the seconds his hand needed to slice through her cries, she saw her colorful self reflected in his eyes.

It was a mumble, barely a whisper. It was enough to freeze his hand in midair.

“Enough.” She would no longer be his canvas.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Day 8 – Porous and Day 9 – Spiral of OctPoWriMo

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34 thoughts on “[Poetry] The Painting

    1. Oh wow thank you. I’m glad this poem was able to bring out those emotions in you and convey everything I wanted it to convey.
      I find that there is beauty in everything, even in the most painful moments. And if we can find the beauty especially in those painful moments, we can be on our way to healing ❤

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  1. Oh my God! Jade!! This is exquisite! The metaphor of a canvas, filled with hues of purples and blues, as painted by a (cruel) painter. Wow. And that one, single word to end this piteous “masterpiece”.. Enough. Powerful piece!

    P.S. this reminds me of JLo’s Enough, too. ^^

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    1. Thank you!!! I’m so glad you felt that strongly about this poem 😀 It’s definitely a poem that takes a darker turn, so I’m glad it worked! It’s amazing how powerful one word can be ❤
      P.S. I don’t think I’m familiar with that song…I shall check it out!

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