Critique

turning the critic's eye
godess of art seduces many
voices emanating from te cells of the brain
gossiping like pregnant ladies
photoshop symmetries
show your half to reveal
an image, not of your own
logged a lumbar bone
the moving bristles show' a dark druid
in zigzag bristles
composition, enter the swirling road
a literal diagonal slicing through
oblong sttention
bloody life
discouraged foliage
the ingredients of legend
witness through the trans lucent eye
a blurry sharpness draws a straberry focus

pink pink bloodletting heart touched by satin cnidarian gloves
silk seeming, expressed by harley's blood

light coloured backgrounds
a soft cretaceous
a banana dimension of rotten spots
a corner'd background, and highlit ships should create viewers, 
not critics
perceptions caught subconsiously, and consequently show'd
painted bacteria eat them back to soil