A Poem I have written - it's in the works:

The Artist is Born


Violent penetration,
stifling darkness,
mar the soul.


Convulsing, 
searing pain,
rendered anonymous,


terror wrapped identity,
toxic fairy tale potion.


Age beats the flesh of child,
A womanly form, 
dysfunction prescribed.


Violent penetration,
The Artist is born.

By Lisa Bella-Bryson