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mistress’s blue dress, what they buried her in. I made sure you got blamed.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
blue diamond, a vow and a shackle resting grim on my ring finger.
blue, her drowned visage because she’s the sea’s mirror? or was it a gift?
swirling air currents, blue, wielded in purity shows peace and chaos.
take me to the skies with you, next time you go. teach me freedom’s language.
scream into the void, unheard, unnoticed, until you’re blue in the face.
haughtily coursing through aristocratic veins; accident of birth.
“The most powerful person in the world is the storyteller.” -Steve Jobs storytelling. crafting. shaping. a terrible power we all wield.
turquoise pill, promise of sweet relief. not health I crave, but sleep’s escape.
bird’s eye, sheet of glass unbroken; come closer, taste salty turbulence.
Are the eyes of my ancestors watching me from the children I’ve borne?
God’s hidden treasure found by tourists, yet does not diminish beauty.
