graffiti of time, so layered with grime
lost is her luster, accustomed eyes’ crime
scatter some white, the powder on her rind
cloak of cellophane tape to wrap and bind
stiff is the nude, her transparency chastised
scrape off, such scarred impressions she hide
testimony of love, lust and of dying stars
fingerprints of lost lovers, the skin so marred
embossed in such doleful memoir is her skin
the recital of handprints she was cradled in
gather the latent, dust off these remains
off memory, off complaint, so free of stains
weep, weep, let her weep all she needs
scrub it off, wipe it off, score her skin till it bleeds
behold her blank wall, o the artists enthralled
an exotic art awaits her to cherish and own
she deserves
© Written Frames, 2018
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