WHENCUT GODDAMN

He painted women very intimately

It seemed as though he had known them, through very close quarters

He looked deep into their eyes

There was a looming sense of passion and longing

It was something he knew excruciatingly well

For him, it meant looking in the mirror

For some, it meant pain and despair

For some, it symbolized an innate sense of strength

He didn’t know what it meant to share what was so personal

Something he made in such a moment he didn’t want to share with the world

His insecurities, his thoughts of feeling secure as the brush moved vividly

Tears began to roll down

As he begins to understand how an unprocessed emotion begins to heal

How it metamorphosizes into another form

A form he can touch and feel

A sense of longing, that can now be felt

By another

A feeling of being soothed

He goes to sleep.