you spat fermented wine,
your teeth were beet red,
you cried tears of mud,
your pupils were dirt brown,
your lips were stained purple,
upon your head grew violets,
your tongue was a deep blue,
and your nose was a pale sea foam,
your ears were tangerine,
and your cheeks were neon orange,
your skin was golden,
your eyes were pale yellow,
your veins were black,
and your blood was clotted,
on the day you pricked yourself for
the last
time.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Poesíasure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
