The Artist

[Revolte]

When the daughter falls ill
and the mother's stench has fermented,
her child is forced to thicken
until she is blessed by ripping flesh
that torments her resilience into falseness.

And from that lie erupts purity
in all its desperation and angst
so it is to force the mania into forms
and gives a body to the destruction.

The observer is tightened
–unwillingly–
to the mourning
and becomes a victim to her gravity.

The daughter; The Defiler.
The victim; the art.

[miyako73]

I appreciate the subject, but the tone is like that of a lecturer explaining something philosophical to his students.