• ottertots 10w

    it's a strange kind
    of sickness, when
    you shackle
    the artist
    cut off his fingers
    conceal his magic
    and tell him this
    is how it ought
    to be; he'll trade
    notes for numbers
    paint for protractors,
    drafting his fate
    sealing it
    in that special
    loss
    we call
    sacrifice.