Gilding the Lily -------------------------------------------
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.
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.
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...
Submission Name: Gilding the Lily
