Artist's description:

A Sunday in November

He covered my mouth
My wet words in his palm
Voice gone.
Count to 13
And hide
He whisper in my ear
Oh one more thing
Make a wish.
“Someday I wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are
Far
Behind
Me”

I believe in ghosts
And have that strange wash
Over me
Like seeing flowers that have forgotten bloom
Pressing my fingers to my heart
To crack it open
Everything I touch
Is water colour indifference
And everything
Before this depression
WAS IT A LIE?!?
I have lost handfuls of hair
And pride.

I think I feel my pulse
Again
Come here
My dear
Monsieur Morose
Sing me a song
And lay your head on
My chest while I pretend to sleep
Tick
Tick

Materials used:

pastel,ink,pencil,acrylic

A Sunday In November (2011)

$300

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This artwork is sold by April Mansilla from Canada

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