blue.
coursing swiftly,
eager to oxidize,
to stain.
pumping, waving
goodbye to
warmth.
tinting shivering
tears.
red.
scribbling furiously
across pigments
until only a
technicolor rage
is branded on
the surface.
slowly sinking,
spreading.
yellow.
splashing blindly
over reality.
seen now are
sickening flashes
of trite imagery.
scenes of garbled
silence
flood the senses.
orange.
balancing precariously
on the lid of
a third eye.
ready to spill over
until all the
gutfeelings
have withered
to nothing.
green.
dividing infinitely
minute problems
that have no value.
all that remains
is a cluster of
odd numbers
and
a bushel of envy.
dude. i wish i could be so damn whimsical. im too literal. <3 love.
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