Melting purple and squelching
Footprints are left behind
In a bed of sea grass
An opaque green
The color that could be your eyes
If the world let you dissolve on her tongue
A sickly gray
Beautiful to the naked eye and
hideous self sights
Leaves behind wafting trails
Of secret cigarette smoke
Whispering a fraction of halfheartedly
For poison to fill her with red
And color her voice with the texture of honey.
Love, yes, but…
Fear, more…
With hungry tendencies that fill them both
Ripping apart hope
And stitching them together with rusty wires
Leaving one or the other
Bloody and exhausted
When the time comes to peel away
In yellow and cold
And parched voices.
But for now
We are purple
and green
and grey
and she keeps only the secrets
That would send him away.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Nabret
I am a lover of the written arts, and think that expression through word is important. I am a teacher, a poet, a lover, an ally, a musician, and story teller, and I will search for and try to write stories that inspire.
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