Make a creature for a kiss,
she covered the scars upon her wrists,
creations to vent the pent up anguish,
the pains of life and things untold,
they fall away with each brush stroke,
hurt and fear seem so small,
the figure takes form amidst it all,
out she pours her deepest thoughts,
repressed by her but still just wrought,
in paper and clay they manifest.....
release the pain and lay to rest.