v.f. thompson
I Was a Camera
i never thought my purpose a violent one
until I met her
her eyes bright,
her trust in me and my mistress pure
until I met her
her eyes bright,
her trust in me and my mistress pure
i did not know that i could hurt
could harm
could kill
until my lens
meant to capture
to preserve
to create and celebrate
was shattered
and the pieces of my glass eye
were slipped beneath her naked skin
slicing away the layers
and exposing the raw red beneath
then slipping through the muscle
severing sinew
sawing through bone
until all that was left was empty black and white
could harm
could kill
until my lens
meant to capture
to preserve
to create and celebrate
was shattered
and the pieces of my glass eye
were slipped beneath her naked skin
slicing away the layers
and exposing the raw red beneath
then slipping through the muscle
severing sinew
sawing through bone
until all that was left was empty black and white
my flash was never meant to be a flashbang
the studio where i lived and worked
a no man’s land of lies and coercion
the hands of the mistress i trusted
betraying me
reshaping me into a weapon
the studio where i lived and worked
a no man’s land of lies and coercion
the hands of the mistress i trusted
betraying me
reshaping me into a weapon
i was a camera
now i am only a gun
and the pictures i take
are all of open wounds
now i am only a gun
and the pictures i take
are all of open wounds
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