Modern Art by Lady Saaskje

Modern Art
Saaskje Violet



"i want to paint your face," i whispered, breathless and wet.  and i do.  i want to paint your misery and hang it on my wall. your pain is my erotic artwork.

you’re so beautiful when i wound you. when you dissolve into tears. when you’re anguished.  terrified.  fighting it…and losing the battle. and you always lose the battle. i live for that climax, the peak of your torment, that moment of forfeiture, your white flag waving.

all your features run together for a moment…then shatter into pure geometry. your eyes, shadowy triangles.  your mouth, a perfect half-circle, curving downward in an exaggerated arc to meet the horizon of your chin, like a rainbow made of nothing but red.  your cheeks sliced into neat strips where tears flow, where they don’t.

i want you to sit, bound to a stool, and subject to me—my subject, my loyal…subject—while i hurt you, and paint you, and hurt you, and paint you, and hurt you.