Eye is in the Beauty

April 9, 2018

Her pen jabbed the paper. Intense concentration beamed from her eyes, ink pouring across the paper, crossing, dotting, circling. Everything she hated went on the paper. All she found hateful and repulsive was included in her art. She felt herself growing angry as thoughts flushed into her mind, endless inspiration of countless objects and people she loathed. She paused as she looked down on the paper. Her breath caught in her throat as she blankly stared down at a mirror image of the artist herself.






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