Sunday, April 3, 2011
Another re-write from a story penned long ago. ***
The Ones Who Hold Her
"She struts around so full of herself--like every word, stroke is heaven sent. She thinks she's such a talented artist. Well, she 's just a brush.
They turn her upside down; grab her by her legs; dunk her hair in paint; and whip her hair back and forth against a blank canvas. She just a brush.
If you ask me, the ones who deserve the credit are the ones who hold her."
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