Ceslyn

he painted me lines and bursts and all sorts of interesting pieces of his consciousness on 40 cent poster board. cheap, but i knew it's all he could give me. poster board and spray paint and claustrophobia. he painted me my name once, it lifted off the wall his wall, on mine it just stayed put nailed in one place long after i'd told him i didn't want him anymore. he painted me the way i thought, painted over my inner tickings of how things should be and how the shouldn't be's should be taken care of. he painted me lacquered on two coats neediness, one coat anger, one coat quick-dry. then i was the one who called