lamb

11×18, pencil, gouache, ink on paper

LAMB

her eyes
the shade of plums
bruised by
a careless man
her palette he tossed
like the scrapings
of leftover
lamb
he fancied not
her bones
a reckless waste
for her purpose
was packed
in the marrow

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