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yellow moon, watch from your indigo throne room; I bow, and come alive.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
ink faded by time, blue-tinted memory of who I used to be.
in screams or whispers the sea is always singing; vast blue potential.
painted the walls blue, in hopeful expectation; empty nursery.
velvety nomad, with dainty periwinkle flee your captor’s net.
lay the flowers down with care, ever her treasure. her gravestone, adorned.
great churning river, do you dream of when you were mesmerizing blue?
her hands: numb, blue in piercing Michigan winters; made me wear the gloves.
sky’s birthing pigment the first pang, soft cornflower, brings forth all the rest.
is so many hues; shifting, vibrant family. I can’t just say “blue.”
electric cocktail, the glass and I both sweating, seeking our victim.
sapphire lined with green bore into him; her mother’s; painful gaze to meet.
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