growing puddles of anger landing on perfectly pale skin.
leaves of a delicate green danced above the ground
to the deafening music with a pitter, patter bass
Tears shed for the lost souls of neglect
silhouettes expanded on a cotton white bedsheet
tidal waves burned salt into the wounds on their wrists
yearning scars blinding with a past so brightly obvious.
Hazel eyes drenching the pores in devotion;
with questions requesting everything there is to offer.
Sighs catch on an ever lingering note
trapped between two heaving chests.
Screams echo against the acid washed walls
Cold cement regurgitating old stories and wishes.
grainy holes develop tiny eyes in order to watch
as flowing water strips bare a skin so sweet yet torturing.
red rain falls and drenches soil clumps
a golden stalk emerging out from the foundations
salt water runs into the sewers
catching on the sleeves of expectant faces.
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