Peeled and Painted

I am here, to have my reality peeled
To look at my lover, dead
To
listen to his voice in the songs of the earth.

I am here, to paint my body in vibrant colors and look at the world as an enemy.

I am here, to find the rush known only by the wind

I wish I were a woman,
pouring thoughts in caves. Watching them fly from there into the reflecting sky.
I wish, to scratch the world, irritate it and fill into it's wounds, agony.

I am here, to shout, with the paint on my skin.

Shringi
9/6/2012
Painting of a hand by Picasso