BROKEN
I knew as I walked up the path – the very air hummed
with violation. I turned the key on an unresisting lock and my feet crunched as
I stepped inside.
My art speaks uncomfortable truths, but never before
has it incited violence. The shrouded mummy of my lost childhood stood useless
guard over a month’s work reduced to rubble, and my latest work had been turned
upside-down – the ultimate insult.
I swept up carefully, saving broken pieces to re-use.
My next work already has its name.
I will not be silenced.
..........................................................................................................A bit of a weird this week - I'm not sure where this piece came from, but it wrote itself in ten minutes.
Thanks to Rochelle for the image - I hope this didn't happen to her!
