Blue

June 29, 2020

“what’s ur favorite color”
ur soft words surprise me as i lay on the yellowing grass
i don’t respond
i feel my skin melting off my body leaking into the soggy earth
my brittle bones crack and fall apart littering the dying grass
the bone seeds grow into trees the size of giants
with 100 dollar bill leaves so densely nestled on the branches i can’t see the sky


all that’s left on the dirty grass in front of the broken home on E. Covell St
is my moldy brain
and ur beautiful pale skinned body


my chapped lips finally separate gasping for air
i muster up the courage to answer ur question

“blue”

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