Burnt Amber

She speaks of concrete living
pointed stares jagged smiles
berry lips maneuver words
into riddles, safe keeping what little shimmer
she holds inside fists everyday.
Colors she desired stay lost between
splashes of disdain, decades of
seclusion, canvas tarnished.
Haunted eyes glazed in a blunted trance
she is no longer that woman
and no longer the one she wanted to be
only a tiny frame bending into itself
longing to disappear into
a dying flame.

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