4/13/2017

Here & Away

I am thinking,
In crisscrosses and bruises.
The images are pale
Alike and indistinguishable.
Unborn tears
Tastes like sea-breeze.

I saw the pink moon
In all its over-hyped glory.
Senses turn sour,
Ripe lemony.
Not the colours.

Not too far away,
In an unpleasant galaxy,
You make an incision.

And my vacuous heart bleeds.


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