Modern Romanticism

She brings herself in
to bleed amongst
the walls.

She bruises herself,
binds herself up,
to reveal color.

It helps for her
to be held,
to be kept in,
far from the light
that burns.

It’s having for her
the opposite effect,
when you see,
when you dissect
her atrophy.

You’ll want to know
what her aim was,
what her tears
were reaching for.

You’ll want to guess
that her reasons
are about as fatal
as her favorite season.

You’ll want to believe
there’s more to see
within who’s left
much to be unseen.