My Insides

My body is a canvas,
Your touches are the brush.
My insides are the painter-
That painted me as such.
My body is a sinner,
Your touches are the saint.
My insides are the Devil-
That came and took my place.
My body is eroded,
Your touches hurt me so.
My insides keep on bleeding-
But I cannot let you know.
My intestines and my rib cage,
My liver and my heart-
Are all a bunch of paintings-
That you bought as works of art.

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