Saturn; silence
Ochre rings revolve,
Oblivious to the screams of the universe
He is yellow
A splash of colour in the black infinites,
the thrill of petrichor
This is Saturn;
Where the strings are snapped and he thinks he sees the universe in technicolour
This is Saturn;
He feels infinite
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
