Thin

I wear thin
like well-used waxed paper
and almost as crinkled
the frayed flesh
hugging my eyes and mouth
witness to tired life moments
friendships that disappoint
soon to be memory’s vapor
until you question
was that my friend?
my life?
or just a black and white film
flap, flap, flapping as it blows dust over nostalgia
I wear long
like the flowing dresses I used to don in proud fashion
a self-deprecating princess on heart’s ice
the sacrifice of hope
traded for a faulty hand in the game of trust
friendship’s rust corrodes my heart
like a Jamestown anvil shrivels with decay
like its long forgotten inhabitants
for heart must be nourished as well as body
and this carcass walks hollow alone

Thin

Adrena87

Joined November 2007

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