a heart strumming a guitar
felt like a quick rush of adrenaline,
it bled out blue blood out of my green veins that stuck up from underneath the barks of my cracked up skin.
a brain strumming a guitar made me cut up my tongue,
early debts to the Mousai,
to Melpomene
and that pisces demigod's suicide was too early for the heart.
to Dolos and Apate you had won,
Thanos comes without a warning,
you put Apollo's lyre to shame and you became a human version Tantalus.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
