The Deepest Silhouette

Stretched thin and tight like a thread

or “Like butter over too much bread”

As Bilbo once said

No, more like wires of a marionette

No, no, they’re so quick to forget

Most like the strings of a quartet

Because, thin and taut and whet

Is less of a full moon, more lunette

Curved as a smile, and yet

Has shadow auspices to add depth

Hiding my flaws in a vignette

From love of friends is love beget

Making me the deepest silhouette

Meager