Where they see joy …a young one screams falling down stairs - scared— bleeding in Alexanders on 152nd
Fear anger loathing. Patrons turning away. .
She stands straightening the ruffle of her blue dress..
I have learned there is…
No escaping the sculpture of bash .. Graff as purple scars
Body as canvas
Walking museum of another’s torment
That tears are transcendent
And maybe someone will love me and paint my soul
Always and forever a twisted beauty..