every time
I feel a lump in my throat,
I see blue,
I feel blue,
I taste blue,
I hear blue,
the fabric of waters
held in the folds
of Her palm,
for a moment or two,
enough for the poison
to become the medicine
I need ,
held and then released
into the red
of my breath,
emptying everything
into nothingness.
I see blue,
I feel blue,
I taste blue,
I hear blue,
the fabric of waters
held in the folds
of Her palm,
for a moment or two,
enough for the poison
to become the medicine
I need ,
held and then released
into the red
of my breath,
emptying everything
into nothingness.
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