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You and I

And the Future I Fear

By Elizabeth NabretPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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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.

surreal poetry
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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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