I started to draw women
I looked at them
thinned down
a piece of paper
watered down
barely existent
false
life-threatening
line after line
worn out
cut through
I looked at them
and thought
all right now, the fog has lifted
what do I truly see
who roams the premises of my spirit
who makes and leaves their true mark on the page
who is bold enough to take up the entire space in all colours
and command you to
l o o k
a t
m e
*
this is what I look like on the inside
Croque-Melpomene 