let's cut and paste
pixelated papers without restraint
disregarding the traces of stains
of red colored ink that rains
the ink stained fingertips covered in black
filling colors from a paper that lack
carelessly scribbling words like paintings
of muted thoughts and sayings.
we may be build from ruins,
emotions may have harden
but, at least, we blended this
white blue canvas filled sky
as we walk on thin ice and still try.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.