trembling, she buttoned up each catch to hide the melody burned into her skin
my ramona
set free too long ago
a song sent to be heard only in twilight
your face has new lines — none of which sing
these are straighter, without rhythm
you have been reconstructed into a sketch
a new art claims your body
a new artist claims your body
why do you let your canvas have such a possessive audience?
beauty leaks from your ballads
you are not a pen stroke
my ramona
a.m.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC
trembling, she buttoned up each catch to hide the melody burned into her skin
my ramona
set free too long ago
a song sent to be heard only in twilight
your face has new lines — none of which sing
these are straighter, without rhythm
you have been reconstructed into a sketch
a new art claims your body
a new artist claims your body
why do you let your canvas have such a possessive audience?
beauty leaks from your ballads
you are not a pen stroke
my ramona
a.m.
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