Gemotions

The artist’s work had been appropriated, now being sold for an obscene amount of money. "Spectacular, isn't it?" said the gallery owner. Sarah’s hands were trembling, feeling like they wanted to claw at something, anything.

She’d thought she’d destroyed those sketches years ago. Now, they were being hailed as a groundbreaking discovery. The champagne tasted like ash. Her temples throbbed.

She desperately wanted to tell the world that those weren’t meant to be seen. That this wasn’t art, it was a violation. Instead, she stood there, a ghost in her own creation, watching her spirit be publicly dissected.