She tried to copy the messy buns
but the style
doesn’t go with her broken smile
And she could draw pretty dolls on paper
But she’d been made of flesh
And pencil, brain, and heart are powerless
She could do a lot of things
Actually
Gifted, they called her,
But she had
the kanji character for beauty
As the background of her computer,
And she’d dip her brush in black paint
And write it on her white walls
That maybe one night while she slept
It would seep into her skin
and settle there