With each key stroke
ivory bleeds a violet light
across xylophone bones;
rib cage yellow dust clouds
billow under pink thunder.
Your nimble fingers play
my skin dimpling cornflower blue
with each breath-sucking gasp
suffocating you.
YOU ARE READING
Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
