Ounce of Curse.

Betrayal had a way with tricky turns,
Always territorial over our stickiest concerns
Dropping every ounce of curse all at once,
Until any promise of trust was ferociously renounced.

Categories: Art, chronic illness, Drawing, illustration, WritingTags: , , , , ,

1 comment

  1. I enjoyed the poem and art. The B&W shot adds a new inside into the color portrait. Well done.

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