fleSH

fleSH

250.00

fleSH (flesh)
Retched thoughts pierce my mind 
Like blood clots erupting in my brain
The bitter taste of your flesh
Sends shocking chills down my spine
Those alluring eyes stare back at me
Perfectly designed
To keep me following closely behind
My heart cannot escape this torture
Of my unconscious mind. 
- Emily Minor

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9in x 12in
Ink on wooden panel