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Rotten TangerineI won’t let anyone into my heart.Rotten Tangerine by Aluthien
My heart isn’t an apple and you will not be the worm.
You will not gobble me up from the inside, wiggling through greedy and ravenous until there is nothing left of me. For I am already rotten inside and once you have a bite you will spit me out and move on.
My heart isn’t a sponge and you will not be water.
You will not cleanse me of my sins; you will not drown me, for I will squeeze you out faster than you can fill me.
My heart isn’t a fortress and you are no wooden horse. You can stand at the door and knock for as long as you want. I will not answer. For I have learned the consequences of letting anything in.
I won’t let anyone into my heart.
The ArtistShe got the canvas ready. It was a beautiful, big canvas-she’d made it herself. 4 foot by 4 foot. She’d walk by it on a regular basis and look at it in hopes that some inspiration would come to her and she would finally be able to cover it’s haunting negative space. She placed the canvas against the wall, where it would get the most spray. She sat down on the ground next to it, and put the barrel in her mouth. Her blood would proceed to create “modern art”. In 20 years people would say “I could’ve done that.” They’d see it hang, meaninglessly on the cold, white walls of a museum. People that knew the story would come from across the globe to see the finished product of a performance they’d missed. A Gruesome Statement on Mental Health in America, Now at the MoMA, the headlines would read.The Artist by Aluthien
But none of this happened. Her religious, conservative family would find her there with her head blown off. The canvas would be thrown away