abcessed yellow pustules cling inside
like they belong
my ribs outline without a plan, ivory
shards too weak
shivering in their casket shrouded
in cardigan so soft
pink pink pink outside, outside and in
shush your limbs to willow pace
or wake the death within
smooth bubbles filled with yellow
can't be popped
lullaby with candy pills
pink pink pink slips in
lungs shuddering away from where they went
breath is not an answer
cannot hone the mind to flee
stuck the yellow, stuck inside the pink
stuck the mind beside it all
inside it all
under it all
the waterfall of algae choked and green
withering to sick and yellow
sick and yellow
sick and yellow
crack the ribs apart to let them breathe
and leave them on dry leaves of brown
white clattering behind
even when they break
they cannot leave
drag the ribs and sew the pink with thread of the same hue
who will know how much the shirt is darned?
underneath the bombs tick slow
they wobble with each step
pink was never stronger than yellow
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Corwynna
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