Where did that come from
Why are they here
Purple, royalty and rot
Yellow, mums and sickening sulfur
Green, grass and decaying flesh
Blue, his eyes and water for me to drown in
They appear on my flesh
Reminders of the things I can not control
Shaking uncontrollable
Tears down my half numb face
A weakness I can not overcome
August 8 2019
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Stone Fox Diary
Non-FictionPoetry thoughts and ramblings dating back to at least 2019. This is a journal that builds on itself as time goes by. Every now and then I come back, read what I've written before and make comments about it. Sometimes I just comment on what's written...
