blank
there is a canvas
i have painted
i don't like it
it is filled with
things
no one should have to see
but i have seen them
and they are not pretty
the canvas
i painted
used to have nothing
but with time and scars
and unspeakable words
it has grown with leaves
and prickly things
that i cannot just
pluck
because i would be peeling my own skin from myself
but oh how i wish
i could peel every last bit of my skin
from my wretched body
then i would be left with what i need
-nothing