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The Painting Merchant Girl
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Most Recent I knew a girl once
Who cried so hard
And so long
And so often
That the tears
Corrosive and salty
Eroded
Tiny canyons in her cheeks
Then everyone (Especially HE)
Could see how real her tears were.
Said HE to the merchant
“You cannot take back what you give!”
“Then I shall grow a new one!”
The merchant weeped
“Though –
Like a starfish’s arm
Not quite as big
Not quite as strong
Not quite as trusting.”
HE nodded
Then left with her heart
I knew a girl once
Who, one day, decided to paint
She threw away her previous fiasco
And dipped her brush into thin air
Stroking away at something invisible
And there she sat
Painting something no one could see
Until her masterpiece finished itself
And no thin air was left on her palette
Or in the room
She was smothered.
I knew a painting merchant girl once
Who used to write for me
The most beautiful words
She had the ability to string them together
Like pearls on a necklace
But now…
She’s too busy
Re-growing her heard
Crying a canyon of tears
And trying to breathe.
She writes no more.
