Pastels
by Maryann Hazen 

In the thin space behind eternity
ItÆs almost time;
Tick-tocking for the women who live
in acrylics, water colors and oils

A masterpiece of bare, black
Pencil pupils
And crimson crayon lips
Whose blood thunders
Exposing a blue-haired predator

They fabricate a diamond look,
Burrowing into photos.
Beholden to lovers
Who appear to take it
But mostly just wanting
And waiting.

 



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