Supplication by jokiargu

She has ligaments of a sphinx on the hunt, with avaricious vulture eyes to punt, with a starving rat’s mouth nibbling not agape echoing a silent magpie’s cry, in ghostly shape.

She is half the human she is, She is feline in character so bliss, A body of grace tortured with a hanging heart, A belly saturated with introverted gas to fart

She is demure when in colloquy, Dialogues pitched in articulated methodology, With postures so immaculate, yours to ridicule and hand gestures constant, my insides to fool.

She is surrounded by withered death, Skulls and bones fogged by psychic meth, A pussy crow envies her uncanny grace A kitty dove praises her saint-like face.

Not an entity to be pitied, but a creation to be adored not a freak of nature, but an ecstasy to afford! On prostrate bend, she bows, always in supplication On cracked hides, lowers body, soul in collation.

*Digital painting using corel painter