Mona wore a black band on her wrist
Should she need to gather the heavy ropes
Of hair that hung down her back, velvety,
Pendulous. With it restrained, a walled river,
Her face was bare to the wind and breath
Of the world, and her wrist registered
An invisible pressure, a reassuring tightness,
the imprint of a slender handcuff.
This is so layered and breathing; these images are sure to haunt me today. Thank you!
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