Bloody Interpetation

This poem is made of iced coffee,
this poem is made of caffeinated black;
This poem is made of shredded soul,
this poem is made of whatever’s left;
This poem is made of garnets,
this poem is made of rose quartz;
This poem is made of a melody 
this poem is made of the forgotten;
This poem is made of broken glass, 
this poem is made of what shattered;
This poem is made of the damned,
this poem is made of wanton desire;
This poem is made of what’s retrograde,
this poem is made of everything direct;
This poem is made of awkward silence,
this poem is made of mindless chatter;
This poem is made of the first sunrise,
this poem is made of the final sunset;
This poem is made for bloody interpretation;
Who cares what this poem is made out of?
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