The Artist (a villanelle)


You’re a sliver of the moon.

You refuse to be pried.

A sculpture only the artist can read.

 

Your wounds are self inflicted.

Misery settles beneath your scars.

You’re a sliver of the moon.

 

Indigo drops from your eyes and puddles below.

Drown in it slowly, and survive it.

A sculpture only the artist can read,

 

Your body is frigid to the touch.

Protecting a molten heart.

You’re a sliver of the moon.

 

Let’s break open the official seal.

I’ll spill my sorrow for you to lick the wounds,

A sculpture only the artist can read.

 

Kiss my mind, you’ll see you’re not alone.

We’re two souls inside a glass bowl.

You’re a sliver of the moon.

A sculpture only the artist can read.

 

(This is a villanelle style poem I wrote September 14th, 2014 in my personal journal. Please do not plagiarize)

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