Olivia Wignall studies English Literature and Creative Writing at the Open University; her work has been published a couple of times. She lives in Lincolnshire.

Renaissance

from the top of the garden 
all the way to the bottom
I dragged my knees
across broken concrete 

My skin was dappled 
with dirt and rubble
stinging and sore
where the flesh had torn 

I was a ruined canvas
with paint scraped and worn 
You took your brush 
and painted my skin back on

and oh, how it smarted!
Oh how it burned
until I emerged
your fully restored work of art.