You Are:

You are:

A white, slightly cooked smile
Teeth like prison bars that confine,
But can’t hold
Your tongue.

Thin, long arms
Like tree limbs that try to hug
But only scratch
My skin.

A deep, lovely voice
Each syllable like a master painting
But the paints run and form a color
Like mud.

Thick, black hair
Like a cloak that wraps around us
But it stifles and air can’t reach
My lungs.

Two wide, shining eyes
Like the crystals you gave me
But I lost one, and the other
Is cracked.

A warm, crimson organ
Like a wooden packing crate: ‘HANDLE WITH CARE’
But that wasn’t tattooed on your skin, so they left you a
Smashed heart.

You Are:

Aiyana

Joined December 2008

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Artist's Description

Feeling low.
Wrote this for a Lit. Magazine, StandingRoomOnly. ;)

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