Delicate Bones

Delicate Bones

As always, scroll down to the bottom for a playlist related to this week's blog post! Make sure to check my other posts for more playlists if you so fancy. :)

 Photo by Brett Donar

Photo by Brett Donar

This week I painted LIVE a few times for the international crowd, since only US folks can consistently attend my usual Manic Monday time slot (6 pm EST). A topic that came up in both of the international sessions was the reason why I paint intuitively - it all goes back to my days of recovery from anorexia.

As you all know, I'm also very influenced by my background as a musician, and so music has a great impact on my paintings as well (hence why I name many of them after songs or lyrics). Therefore, it may not surprise you that I write poetry!

This week I decided to share one of my poems with you. These lyrics were inspired by my struggle with anorexia. 


Delicate Bones

I am delicate bones, wasted away chalk
that settles between rows in the barren garden
I am a swaying, unsteady and heavy-headed
weed that scratches the cat's ankles,

breathing dead thing I am
the struggling pause between bites,
against the tightening throat, dry swallows

counting I step to
the scales brink, breakable porcelain
the mantra rustles behind my acid teeth
These are not my elbows

These are not my elbows
These are not my elbows
These are not my elbows
These are not my elbows
These are not my elbows!

these rounded puffs of what
covering corners I once had how
did I miss this

 a shadow lives between the mirror and me
fertile and round

I cannot bear
soft
the worst I can be.
 


Thank you for reading! I know that this topic is a bit darker than my usual, but it's very real. Next time I'll include something a bit more upbeat! I promise. :) Enjoy the playlist, and see you next time! 

 

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