Hour Twenty-Two: That Black Dress

Who painted you into that black dress

Cleaving you to the tips of your alabaster breasts

Leaving your arms and shoulders bare


Do your ears blush in shame

Or pain


Are you looking toward your escape

Is that your exit

Do you look away to hide your plan


I see your fists clutched

One to snatch away the painted dress

One to snatch a way out


Who poured you into that black dress

When will you paint your revenge


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