for the tarnished hearts

𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍

AHHHHHHHH YAY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY <3333333

anyway haha here's some poetry :)

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poetry—

it's the technicolor reservoir

i drink from, bathe in,

cooled rivulets of sun

sliding down my throat,

bright blues staining

my skin

until i turn into

a robin-egg summer sky

(that can stretch itself

to wrap around the world,

encasing this bruised earth

in tender beauty)

and lemonade laughs

(that are dulcet, sweet,

sticky in the air, on memories.)

poetry

reminds me that

the monotonous thrum

of my life

can be pulled and warped

into music, a stumbling jazz,

a splash of piano keys

and a low, plucking bass,

and these weeping shades

of monotone grays and blacks

and whites

can be pushed out of frame,

like wringing out muddy water

from a plush, ivory towel.

poetry—

it's what i hide in.

i curl up in the "o"

of solitude,

sleeping soundly behind

the fortress of words

that has risen up

from the ink

like a fog

as opaque as onyx stone.

i cower beneath

the thick-wool canopy

of heavy purple prose

that carries the aroma

of light vanilla

laced with

earthy undertones

and wild gardens

with vines that crawl up

wooden trellises

to kiss

the stars

that glow like small bits