Tainted Chastity
Resembling a fable we stand bound.
Constrained by blood,
poignancy drips into my veins.
The word relationship taunts me with its meaning;
flaunting joy while concealing brown flowers.
The tangle of your DNA,
your hidden memories,
unravel at my feet and confound me.
And I, in the fog of self deception, say, “I can help you?”.
This series investigates the dark world of child abuse and the apparent paltriness of protecting our children.
60/44 oil on paper