Red Drips Drop


Salt waterfalls
onto yellow paper.
Rigid darkness
plooms from my chest,
my eyes,
my skin.
Stark white,
smooth and cold.
This is an empty space
without lavender-scented heat.
Red drips drop
scarlet on snow white.
A dark
drip drop symphony.
Purple curtains
pulled over golden eyes,
fingertips
the color of bluebirds.
Singing their sad song
just for me.
Rigid darkness softens
into cosmic glow.
Unthaws
with the warmth of stars
and all that is left
is the drip drop symphony.

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