Armory of Art : Prose Poetry

Sometimes art is a canvas of whiplash shades of your anatomy chemicals and sometimes art is a sketch of a reality you string in a necklace of “sweet dreams”.

Sometimes art is salvation dancing a ballerina in the mirror and falling on tippy toes with no one to help you up. Sometimes art is damnation decorated in dazzling gossamer gowns and falling in high heels for a society of voyeurs.

Sometimes art is the warmth of “text me when you get home” and sometimes art is the uncertainty of “we need to talk”. Sometimes art is a creation you create to not die from the truth and sometimes art is a white lie prayer murmured in hospitals bedrooms. Sometimes art is a conversation that feels like warming frozen hands on a scintillating bonfire and sometimes art is a wildfire in the jungle of your mind when you binge read an angsty romantic novel.

Sometimes art is a protest adorned with blood and blasting screams for humanity on your headphones and sometimes art is a sleepy whisper of “tomorrow will be a new day” in a chimerical dystopian world. Sometimes art is a hug that is etched in the scrapbook of your heart and sometimes art is a blood-curdling howl of “taming” the wild.

Sometimes art is an armor that blindfolds you with colorful fantasies and sometimes art is a sword and you have shackled hands and bloodthirsty homelands.

Until then, art is a lullaby reiterating, “sweet dreams.” Sweet dreams. Sweet dreams.

//”Armory of Art”// Enigma

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Picture Credits: Enigma (Inktober 2020 Art Day 14 Armor)

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