THE CANVAS
To him
Her body was a canvas
And with kicks and blows
he painted scars on it
To him
Her body was a canvas
And with care and affection
He painted heaven on it
Both were canvases
But they chose their painters differently
Thank you for reading. This is the first poem of a weekly poetry series, #poetrythursdays.
The purpose of this poetry series is to expose your mind to strange & familiar concepts, from different perspectives — also entertain.
You can also use the hashtag if you’re interested in dropping your poems on Thursdays. #poetrythursdays
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