Facelift painting

They've trapped her in some laboratory jar.
Let her die there, or wither incessantly for the next fifty years,
Nodding and rocking and fingering her thin hair.
Mother to myself, I wake swaddled in gauze,
Pink and smooth as a baby.

Facelift   2013   Oil on Canvas   152cm x 75cm
Site wrangled into being by @Dissential