THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

xxix - of kaleidoscopic music and black and white keyboards

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his fingers trembled 

as his mind traipsed toward 

the lethal road

of insanity

the girl, the rooftop, and the sky

were far from his mind

as his demons looked him in the eye

drizzling lies

down his throat

lies that he was meant to die

that he was to fall, not fly

they ripped the forests off his skin

stuffed handfuls of virulent bluebells

into his straining lungs

at the touch of their cold fingers

and their fingernails caked with blood

that left scars on his bones

his mind turned into water 

that drowned him internally

the tick of the clock

magnified in his brain

like screeches of chalk

on chalkboards

through the empty house that was not home

he had to fight himself alone

so he pressed a note into the piano

as he played

the notes turned into blue humpback whales

their skin coated with a layer

of turquoise gems

seagulls flew from his fingertips

into an abyss of salty spray 

and ocean wider than the sky

as he played

the melody turned into

red kites soaring freely away 

toward the edge of the universe

into a dull gray sky

of a black and white world

as he played

the music turned into a poem

with some parts that rhymed

and others that didn't align

(like this one)

he played lachrymose tunes

of burnt wings and battlefields turned red

of sunflowers turning toward skies of umbra

of star crossed lovers caught in vendettas

of heart shatters bestrewed across the universe like stars

he played heartfelt lines

of rainbow colored strands of sound

coming from black and white keyboards

of a girl and boy who lost themselves in each other

and found home in each other's eyes

on days like this when 

numbness and anxiety mixed

to plant flowers of stone

in his aching bones

when he was all alone

when none of his parents were home

he still had music

for him to own