BETWEEN FOUR JUNCTIONS

Blossomed skin, unstained. Well, it would have gone to waste.

I rubbed out broken veins, joints, smoothing colour, green improvised from eyes stitched shut. Almost Baroque, wouldn’t you say? A heavy influence of Juliet captured in paint!

Yes, I added red dug from her arm –too dark.

So, I brightened it with ribs. She couldn’t do herself. She wasn’t a natural artist you see. She her red like an abstract piece, dripping for dripping’s sake – how messy! Flesh distending without that lovely tint, tears crude and unpolished, to join my portrait wall, but she’s almost finished.