Slipping off the line ( The whispered artist says: never judge the work)

 She wore her decision, like the punch it was-  a scar from above; an indurated opening  where harm  seeped in. For now she saw herself naked, full struck  by fumbling words that fell too hard. So out of character as they deformed.. She pulled into the regret of it,  the brush stroked fluidity of fears shuddered deep and broad. Seeking only forgiveness. One has to be careful if one is subtle, one cannot  strike too closely, or cross to the inner place with force, no matter how humble the margins. So she prays for forgiveness now, asking only to fall back to the unseeing place, to be placed back upon the altar of her own God, to remain a non-seen, in the space of un-spelt form . MB