Pine Needles

“They’re just feet,”
Coated in calluses
From the shoes you couldn’t
Afford to
Replace.

“They’re just legs,”
Angled too far Left
And too far right
From all the
Improperly healed
Accidents.

“It’s just a back,”
Laminated by blue
And black and green
From the Falls
She wouldn’t let you
Escape.

“They’re just arms,”
Lined with stories
Of Error
After Error
After Error.

“It’s just a face,”
Painted in colors
To hide the cannibal
Pouring
From your pores.

“It’s just a life,”
Etched delicately onto
The Final tragedy.