it's swirling
in the deepest end of me
it's the red in the blue
that's calling to me
I want to dip my fingers
and scrub it off
it has stained my insides
the deepest end of me
it's thrashing within me
like oceans in a fight
tumbling upon each other
and placing their cards
it's shaking me
and I am falling
falling
falling
there is no one to catch me
the echoes are mind numbing
the cliffs are too wide
the green is calling to me
calling
calling
calling
I will catch it
when I go down
it should hold me
if I give it a hand
but why can't I?
I keep stalling
stalling
stalling
but I must let go
the grass is green
on the other side
and dear,
it's time to let go.
it's swirling
in the deepest end of me
it's the red in the blue
that's calling to me
it's time
to give my gut
a chance.
it's time
to give my gut
some trust
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©VioletEden
30thMarch2017
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Vermillion
PuisiI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
