KatSaw

www.KatSaw.tumblr.com as well as www.shadowness.com/KatSaw and flickr.com/photos/artbykatsaw/?saved=1

So,  you hate it when people lay their heads upon your chest    -- or actually that's okay   you just hate it when they listen to your heartbeat --  (its innermost workings revealed) But it is so beautiful to me       [constant reassuring bloodflow through your starving arteries        scars inside your throat]  [i promise, i promise]     [      make me want to live]         [don't leave] (now your back is bare save for the scabs clotted on your shoulderblades) I can see you in the dark with my eyes closed xx His oddly delicate hands slide into my dreams but I will always remember how our little fingers barely touche

So you look at the old masters, and you see the effortless curve of a hand, sketched in six seconds but full of casual transcendence; the breathing of living fleshy reality into squiggly pencil lines via dead paint that glows with the light that only bloody capillaries sheathed in skin can provide, and you want to consume, to put it all in your mouth and bite down, suck on the fleshy fatrolls of Rembrandt's nudes, crunch and break your teeth on Bernini's The Rape of Proserpina (the hand! the hand indenting her flesh!);so that you'll have all of these inside you to vomit up out through every orifice and pore and onto paper at will. So all of t