Kiss me softly  
then 
fuck me like you love me. 

And even if you don’t, 
soothe my ego. 

I want to lose 
and then find myself 
again and 
again and 
again. 

Stain my bones  
then  
patent my name. 

Vacant canvases shape artists, too. 
But I don’t just belong on top— 

Put me inside your finest frame.  

Hang me high,  
present me to strangers 
and  
any lover that dare follows. 

Make it known— 
their essence could  
get razed, too.  

As a winner of Aesthetica Magazine's Creative Writing Award for Poetry and the author of "Frayed Edges," Tor Rose has a penchant for whimsical storytelling. Captivating readers with her satirical musings, she writes for those seeking autonomy from postmodern norms. Intertwining art and literature, Tor continues to push the boundaries of poetic expression.