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Months later she confounded us
by the portrait she produced,
by how she saw herself from inside
in those brutal greens and greys
forced violently onto the canvas
with a polished spatula.
It was a crucifixion, when you studied it:
the left half of her face in light
and all below her neck in darkness,
the vertical and horizontal lines
intersecting in her eyes.
I could no longer read that face
except to know that pain,
somewhere beneath her girlish looks,
eradicated nothing from her mind
but pushed it deeper down into the hands
of monsters I had never seen.
[Her Self Portrait, Don Maclennan]

I have no idea why I am thinking of this today...