Sketch Artist
I was once bare boned and naked.
Sketched as an honorable heroin.
Apparently pencil fades quickly
and erases effortlessly,
so I took all the drawings
and wrapped them in a burlap sack.
When the cold season comes I'll
throw them in the fireplace and watch
my passion fuel the fire.
Until then I'll trace every line in pen
and hang it as a painting
because he made me beautiful.
I'm still bare boned and naked,
but only because I shed the skin
he got under to leave it at the bus stop
where we departed so
he could use it as a blanket.
I want him to stay warm
while he sharpens his pencils.
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