.g r e e n.
It isn't the verdant sort
that fills your senses
with serenity.
it isn't the sort that
satiates your tingling
senses
with exhilarating
sights of unadulterated
harlequin.
and no, it isn't the sort
that fills your nose
with the scent of
freshly cut grass.
n o.
this is the v i l e
sort of green.
the green of e n v y,
the green of d i s e a s e
the green of v e r d i g r i s,
accompanied with the
putrid reek of
rusted metal.
i have a feeling that it all goes
d o w n h i l l
from here.
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