Portrait 3

by Rania Moallem   Jun 28, 2020

Colors dripped on the surface
like goosebumps on tender skin.

A poignant lady stood tired
in the burgundy frame.

Her bare chest
hid at the rear of her hands
like a frightened child.

She covered a scratch
that bled paint
behind her palms.

An infinite wound.

A hole
full of loss.


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