In the center of the painting --
on the center of the painting --
she is kneeling.
Naked.
As she searches
for her own image.
But her eyes are useless.
And her hands
are pulling at her skin instead.
Splitting her spine
like a seam.
She is turning herself
inside out.
Shedding her shell.
Trading it
for a different image.
A bloodier collage.
Pieces
and
pieces.
Stretched
until they devour
everything
the canvas fails to show.
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