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Colors Running
Red flows through my veins.
Blood, wine, anger,
All tinted with a shade of
Passion, lips, tongue
The echoing color of fire
and the coals that I now walk through
Barefoot.
White mocks me.
Winter skin, soft sheets, morning light
Burning with a cold
Unknown and unforgotten
Ice, silk, stars
All soft and sleek,
sharpening a killing edge.
Green hides in memory.
Spring leaves, geckos, newborn grass
Disguised now by skeletal fingers
And broken hearts
Slick with envy, slime, rot
My eyes filled with a
new color of pain.
Blue futilely attempts to soothe.
Caribbean water, woven blankets, summer sky
Promises composed of words
and nothing more
Sorrow, forget-me-nots, infinity
Wrapped and tangled in
my lengthening hair.
Yellow laughs with many faces.
Imagined rooms, sunrise, warm tequila
Changing from remembered hope
to mocking madman
Delicate, putrid, joyful
Always slipping, sliding its way
through the ribbons of my spirit
Black lies boldly silent.
Night, fear, velvet
Carrying its carnage like a
warrior’s banner
Unyielding, alone, dead
Proclaiming victory in my battle
that is far from over.
