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Colored Pink

Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
You could say—
Low fidelity.

Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Beautiful, a
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are

Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.

Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses the
Call of wine,
The hammock
Of druggy sleep,

Colored pink,
Kill her softly,
Then kill her
Roughly, remorselessly,
Color her blue,
Then see it pinker,
Pinker. Squeeze
And show her
It’s real.

Colored pink,
Smoke is
Something you
Learn to like.
Just like being
Pink, you learn
To like it. And
Screaming is
Second nature.

Colored pink,
She speaks
Breathily after
A mint. When
She stretches,
The oceans
Turn flat and
All the sounds

Colored pink,
She waits,
Quivery, haphazardly,
You could say—
She feels it,
It’s deadly, she
Needs it, it’s
Her blood.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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