Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-25-05 thursday 20:43pm

yellow moments. red lines. all the colors in your words fighting eachother. the pigment of your soul is rich, but the heart is colorblind.

open march with a closed fist. hand to cheek. breast to lips. every whole breaks down when it does into the same sets of pieces. greater than and less. who will you be then?

pinching pulses with the frantic sound of loves unknown. scraping chalkboards with fingers wanting too much more. and i am myself again. in every most beautiful and ugly aspect.

so it sits. breathing softly in the corner of. daunted flesh shaken and covered in. always living what we remember until we are forgotten by it.