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WC Quinn

My pieces appear askew, but I am no Picasso

just a Girl Before a Mirror trying to love myself

despite the flaws in my reflection

I keep counting my brush strokes

grooming tangles in penance.

My tongue’s burden is language

The She Wolf bellow calls to me; I don’t reply

my words, sticky sweet honey,

smacking heavy in the roof of my mouth

splatters canvas akin to Pollock.

My nightmares covet reality

so call me a dream walker; lucid surrealist

observing life like Dali from below the waters

bearing witness to The Metamorphosis of Narcissus

unsure if I am art or artist.

My heart stenciled with purpose

in the face of perpetual loss; A Girl with Balloon

black and white statements stricken

with red accents

Recognizable / Unknown.

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