Catrice Jones

Painted Promises Catrice Jones

Poems pour out of me. These words leak. My thoughts continue to spill. Meeting everything and connecting fluently. Like the lines that are gently pierced upon a canvas. Like the galaxy, constellations. So fluently, that if you are not prepared, you will drown. Lost in a painting of abstraction. Emotions become chaos. Love becomes confusion. Hate becomes a wicked thought that only allows room for delusions, and so it trickles. Straight into the souls of the audience. Close your eyes and watch me feel, while you become a part of it.