A Story Of Deformity And Envy
This beautiful poem was written by another talented friend of mine, inspired in my drawing and the inner beast we share.
Bones
by Tacita Woods
I want
I want the building blocks that are you,
The ones you so frivolously flaunt,
Carelessly with an insouciant swagger you glide by
I would build upon those blocks
Ten stories high
Stamped into my bones
Would be all that is real and powerful
Tattooed and marked
On you, so beautiful but empty and unaware.
