Come on, Daddy

I wish to be artwork.

I wish to have an expressive body that says things to people. I want an artist to see my skin and the way it drapes my bones and decide that it's art. I want an artist to see my eyes and my imperfect nose, and thin lips, and round face and see beauty. And to take photographs of my face and then my body and decide that it's beautiful. I'd like to lay nude and feel like I'm artwork. Something for art patrons to view and say how artistic I am. How perfect would I be if I were artistic? To have artistic features. I want my less than perfect curves to be perfect in artistic world because it's real. It's raw human physical form. And that in itself is beautiful. I desire to dress like an artist, but only create solutions to problems, not shapes on a canvas. I want to be an artist's girlfriend so I can say that he is an artist, doing what he feels, not doing what he has to do. I'd like to be his favorite subject. I want to be torture to look at because I am the epitome of the human form. I want to be Art's muse.

I wish to be artwork.

I want my body to be a landscape. I want my body to be a grave for the living to feast their eyes upon. I want my skin to be sinkable. I want my posture to float like a song. I want another's skin to crawl because I'm so ugly that I'm beautiful. I want to be trapped in a camera lens. I want my body to scream from a paintbrush and onto the canvas. I want to be a song with lyrics to die for. I'd like my bones to be perfection, not what thrives on top of them. I'd like people to feel secure within my artwork because they see the genius behind my flesh. I just want to be on everyone's mind.

I'm not looking to be perfect. I'm looking to be...beautiful in my own skin.