Pop Art P****
Her eyes were gouged out &
placed on the bedside table. Then
she felt herself being shoved back
forcefully, pushed into the pages
of society’s imagination. It was no
impossibility then that she got lost
within the folds of herself, a picture
perfect escape to blind her to the
inescapable reality that all she had
become was a pencil chalk outline
of society’s expectation of her. If only
someone could come along and paint
the rest of her in, adding preconceived
beauty to her skin. It mattered
little what she wanted for herself,
that’s why she placed her soul
on a shelf, understanding finally
that she needed to kill all those feelings
she was having inside so she could
be what everyone else wanted her to be.
Even if that was nothing at all or
simply the vessel for what she could offer
to those who wanted nothing
but everything from her.
Peace & Love,
Rosalind
copy of the original Tom Wesselmann painting, Monica with Tulips
