someone somewhere has blue streaks on their cheeks, sat right upon freckles creating a sea of waves
[highlights of green matching the glitters of gold in their irises]
with the light in their apartment illuminating the strokes of yellow on the tips of their fingers
[splashes of brown creating a scene of sunflowers and bees]
don't forget the drawn on dots of pink, outlining the place where their heart should be - which was but a hollow expanse deep within their chest
[aching for a way to find it's way back home]
and their wrists? were painted in slashes of fiery red, mixed with dashes of white and maybe even a little blue? it looked the way drowning felt like: submerged deeply underneath the water's surface, with stripes of deep dark blue
[bright white flashes everywhere - making up a storm on the ocean's peak]
someone somewhere is suffering so deeply nobody would even know or care
someone somewhere is so beautiful a creature they believed that their suffering meant somebody else had the privilege of living a happy life somewhere
[maybe even somewhere deep in the sea, not drowning like it felt like they were]
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
