Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
what breeds in violence
Above the jaw,
a little bellow the eye,
not pink nor blue
a little purple these days
she describes
exact location to where he deflated his anger
I, blue and black
know that what she said will ring in my ears longer than expected.
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