"paint me," i say, handing you the brush
you dip it in black and paint me in a rush|
"why black?" i ask, my whispers thaw and thin
"so you can match my dark world," you say,
"the world you live in"
- a snippet from Evelyn's diary.
YOU ARE READING
Shades Of You
Poetry" a carefully trapped universe, retrieved from poetic souls, spilled out in the form of ink " *** [ lowercase intended ]
