I am composed of transparent lines,
striving toward opacity--
a ghostly blank scale
with bloody clef in your image.
I am rusted guitar strings
stretched, tuneless, over
warped wood.
When pulled and plucked
by your graceless fingers
as you attempt to bring me
into tune--
Leave off! Let me gather dust!
--the tension breaks
and these rusty strings slice
your fingertips
or pierce
your shortsighted eye.
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