I am a lump of clay. Sculpt me with your hands and use your mind to shape me, to turn me into what you want me to be. My body and mind are yours to mold.
I am a blank canvas. Cover me in color, make your mark on my mind, an indelible impression to outlast any mere physical reminder. Leave designs in my skin to sign your work.
Take the nothing I am now and change me into a masterpiece.
I feel like art when people leave behind reminders of our time together. They leave impressions on my body and mind. Bruises, marks, soreness, and pain. Memories, thoughts, feelings, and mindfucks.
Before, I’m just a blank canvas. Afterwards, I’m a masterpiece.