Rubies from the Instrument
The Brown Earth Blending into My Crimson Rubies
By Chantal Arko-DadziePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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My eyes illuminate the edge
As they stare back at me.
The hazel blending into the silver instrument.
The instrument blending into my brown Earth.
The brown Earth blending into my crimson rubies
As they fall into the pools of my desire.
The puddles, they fill up clear and crystal
Red and abysmal
On the streets down below.
The streets filled with the civilized vultures.
In the daylight, they cover themselves.
Umbrellas opened to shield them from my ruby rainfall.
In the nighttime, they swarm the puddles and drink it all up.
Their sustenance.
Then they throw rocks and scream knives till morning
As I take out my silver instrument
And dig up more rubies from the soil of my youth.
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