Baylee

His Canvas

Her skin was the canvas

of which the world painted on

Colors brilliant and shining

or dark and frightening

And when people lined up

to make their mark on her

she handed them the brush

and the horrid dye;

The dark purples, blacks, and greens

painting the bruises on her skin

But

He was the last

to take up her brush

as carefully as he would

her heart

And he chose the brightest colors

showing her a world

she never knew

And slowly

her skin became the canvas

of which his world as painted on.