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My body hangs on his wall separated from the season with a name I didn't give it and the colors rearranged... Now 3 letters and 1 syllable sum up today's Existence, though it's easier to never show a face or share a name. I was framed too young and gilded, guilted into bad transactions involving greedy fingers for monetary exchange. My body hangs, face turned toward the summer window, waiting for the paint to dry and seasons to change. |
My body hangs, face turned toward the summer window, waiting for the paint to dry and seasons to change. I also love the painting theme you 've cteated here. very precise yet soften by a lonely emotion I like this very much :) Nicely Penned! Althea! | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by AltheaLaochra | [ Reply to This ] | Good expression. I like the painting metaphor used here. You are a creation of something, basically without fault of your own but some in the making. The seasons always change unless you're on the equator so hang in there. | | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | wow, giving yourself up to another and totally losing who you are...and the intense regret... | i don't recognize myself...who is that person who hangs on his wall..??? could be the speaker has protituted herself..but not necessarily in a literal sense...maybe she just became his eye candy and the glitter on his arm...and gave up what she could have been...maybe because he had money to offer...she feels she prostituted herself.. and now she is waiting for summer to come around again... because her winter is getting really really long. jacob | Posted on 2011-08-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |