You speak
I listen
You type
I read
You draw
I color
We always do things together
So if I were to be alive and you were to be dead
Would that then make me the color red
YOU ARE READING
Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
silence
You speak
I listen
You type
I read
You draw
I color
We always do things together
So if I were to be alive and you were to be dead
Would that then make me the color red
