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The Colors of Blood

Roses aren't Red

By Lisa RussellPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Skin is sweet

Beneath this porcelain skin

The colors of the rainbow shine through

Blue like those eyes

I used to fall into for hours

The slender fingers gripping mine

Red like that of the womb stripping itself

Like the sunset at just the right time

As the mirror shards cut my skin

The fragments of the mirror reflecting

Both the blood pooling and pouring

And the light pulls me close

In a golden cloak and diamond eyes

There someone stands

Pyramid colors blind my eyes

How can you walk away from the light

When all it does is blind and burn you

The darkness is much more forgiving

And it holds me close with boney hands

Rocks and cradles me like a child

At least here my heart will be cold

Without the wonder of what’s on the other side.

surreal poetry
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Lisa Russell

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