the film reel eases into
the crease of her
elbow
weaving effortlessly into
motion
she could no longer keep
a weather eye
on the silver screen
she kept her back to the
projector
& kept her hands
clean
call her careless
call her blue
but she didn't dare place
two cents
toward what she already
knew
at times she felt her
life might be playing in
reverse
the colorful ending as
the opening
& the conflict as the
curse
as the orchestra begins
to swell
she'll breathe in
& escape
they'll wonder why
she never chose
to keep her heart on
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
the film reel eases into
the crease of her
elbow
weaving effortlessly into
motion
she could no longer keep
a weather eye
on the silver screen
she kept her back to the
projector
& kept her hands
clean
call her careless
call her blue
but she didn't dare place
two cents
toward what she already
knew
at times she felt her
life might be playing in
reverse
the colorful ending as
the opening
& the conflict as the
curse
as the orchestra begins
to swell
she'll breathe in
& escape
they'll wonder why
she never chose
to keep her heart on
tape
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