it wasn't until two weeks later
i found her
lying on the bathroom floor
crimson red carvings on her canvas.
a.t
UNBUTTONED
DOWN THE MIDDLE,
SPILLING OUT LITTLE BY LITTLE.
"I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process."
-Vincent Van Gogh
i am an artist and i will always substitute a finer morality for a grosser one.
New Text Document
13 November 2014
Maryam Aswad
With a body of steel
armoured with life,
the heart of a lion
with a million hearts within,
the mind of the mathematition
Einestine’s third clone,
The cunning of No-Man
on a quest for his life,
I will scale sky-scrapers
above mountains of snow
fist-fighting Hekatonkheires*
clashing swords with Enyo*
hand in hand with Atropos*, pacing.
Behind me, civilisations fall
by the hands of the Moonlight Hero.
The winged hero stands alone
in the depths of Tartarus
over the crippled body of Oizys*
hair fluttering behind,
a powerful stance,
a silent gaze to silence
the crackling thunder of Zeus.
But alone with white papers, I remain,
content enough to be watching from afar.
***
Hekatonkheires: the Hundred-Handed Ones, giant gods of violent
storms and hurricanes.
Enyo: goddess of destructive war
Atropos: one of the three Fates, the severer of the life
thread
Oizys: spirit of woe and misery
(all Greek)
you envision this perfect little world
where you are the flower of everyone's eye
where you are beautiful
and the boy you like knows you exist
little artist please wake up
before the ink in your pens taint you
please realize you are already perfect the way you are
please stop ocding over your art
sincerely loveless
