white paint

i covered my canvas with
seventeen layers of white paint,
one for each time i lost my purity

like a picture of Dorian Gray,
in reverse,
a testament to my slow corruption
into adulthood

some dreams are shattered all at once,
some are left intact,
but mine were stripped from me,
like seventeen layers
of a bitter onion

peeled off with agonizing purpose,
duct tape rent from skin,
until I was left
raw and naked

and covered in the remnant spatters
of seventeen layers of white paint

– ptkh 03.10.20

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