memento mori

memento mori

I have painted myself
into a corner once more.

You didn’t even wait for the
brushstrokes to dry before
pointing out my mistakes.

I used all of my tricks:
chiaroscuro, sfumato, trompe l’oeil;

I drew blood,
scraped the canvas until it was etched
with sorrow. You stood in front of me,

half-heartedly critiquing my work of art
with a smug smile, a gentle nod of the head…
and there you went, moving on through
the gallery to make your final purchase.

I will not paint myself for you again.


Copyright © 2011 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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