Acrid Colors
Acrid Colors poem stories
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mirandasinclair
mirandasinclair I’ve a poetry book: The Marrow of Blue
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It's on my tongue Dripping down my bones

Acrid Colors

It's on my tongue

Dripping down my bones

Its eaten away everything

So don't be surprised, if I

Sway when I should stand

It's like a horizon

The furthest beyond I

Can ever

see

My marble eyes crack, melt in the

Sulfur of its

sunset

With forceful strokes, I

Always paint these acrid colors

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