The Girl That Made Me Sad To Watch
defeated Cassandra
sackcloth gown
strapless sultry shoulders
wish bone
anorexic dorsals
damp
limp lipstick
stained smoke
juts just
hanging
and little worry lines
(cracks in clay)
stretch sketch etching
frownward down eyelines
anxiety
drips
her panic flutter plied forearms
those frantic butter flied forearms
hair fidgets
digits on arial visits
cigarette
the clock watching fidgets
Movement, you see
draws your eye
from black eye
Copyright © Sean Cosslett Moore | Year Posted 2007
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