Monday, 12 December 2016

Mending Projections

With careful deliberation, 
she wiped off the decaying patches 
of a forgotten green poster,
erased those smudges of tainted grime 
that collect between the cracks,
and blurred its character into the foreground 
filing away at all the rough edges.

A grainy dissolution of time corroded on a wall
met the glossy acid of turpentine.

She threw blobs of bright brick-red paint, 
denying the wall any memories from the past.
And brought it home. 
For display.

Because even though she wanted to highlight 
an 'exposed brick' wall inside,
she wouldn't dare exhibit those patches of shame.

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