Clay - A Poem

December 8, 2017

its rich brown hue
catches the light,
scattering it throughout
the empty room

the damp, sticky surface
glistens faintly as
an earthy aroma
permeates the air

the firm texture
and delicate figure
mangled and twisted
in a hideous heap

yet it's soft and gentle
so malleable and smooth
submissive to the utter will
of his marred hands

slowly, the sharp edges
converge into sleek curves
coaxing the beauty
out of its warped form

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