Cracking cartilage,
And boiling liquid burn,
Moving between breaths,
Dancing with the devil.
Thick red tear drops,
Contract thy heart,
Until it bursts.
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Colours of The Mind
PoetryPoems inspired by colours, emotions and the inner most workings of the mind. These poems are not works of art, or craftsmanship of any kind. They are raw, growing and changing, like hues themselves.
Red
Cracking cartilage,
And boiling liquid burn,
Moving between breaths,
Dancing with the devil.
Thick red tear drops,
Contract thy heart,
Until it bursts.
