Brown Recluse
her smile was a rip
in the fabric of herself
and she, the needle
who'd sew it shut
etched into her mind
and thusly, her face:
the sadness of opinion
she couldn't express
pupils dilated,
thawing the glacial blues
within her eyes as
the emptiness grew
for once, her mind escaped
through her lips;
without guidance
of the world's approval
she curls in upon herself
and, twitching,
dies.
Copyright © Drew Gold | Year Posted 2006
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