The Ways She Bleeds [Poetry]

She wears a stoic shell
Impenetrable
One she sheds only
Within the words
She spills as tears upon page
And in the paint she bleeds
In retrospect shades on canvas
Kept unclean.
In the notes her voice flies for
In lyrics she leaves with empty unanswered
In bright lights that shine every elsewhere
In-between the pages she's never read
She sheds everywhere, in all art forms
But seeing her body
They see a shell grotesque
Cracked
Contrived
Instead of all the masterpieces she leaves inside.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush