as you render into the pale bark,
on your way to make a stain, leave a mark
like the blood of an alcoholic
pink, not vermillion
for all that is left behind from poison tonic
slips out (visions of gideon) from a mind so idiotic
spilled drinks,
falling out in sync
are water colours
subtle, sullen
yet — the voice of the madmen shunned in
ps: can we please pretend that i don't overuse the word "vermillion" i know.🤠
ESTÁS LEYENDO
| musings harmonizing
Poesíahi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
