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BLUE

  • Nov 12, 2025
  • 1 min read

By Victoria Simons


I was a life drawing model

and each artist painted me blue.

My veins were dotted lines:

Cut Here.

They held cups to my cheek

to catch raindrops.

It was too much nudity, even for them,

and I snatched at myself

with translucent hands.

 

 

 
 

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