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Kay-Rosa Jun 6
Sirens, constant
alternating
flashes of red and blue
Children's cries, tiny
persistent
hands, reaching out to spirits
cringing away from shadows.
Annoyed police
urge
screaming children to
"Shh, don't cry, little one."
Don't cry, it makes them want to cry, too.
Kay-Rosa May 21
your feelings
are the only
important
factor in
your identity
The original title was a small picture of a *** flag but, like hellopoetry likes to impede on my relationship with expressive art
Kay-Rosa May 20
two children,
rocking back and forth
on creaking wooden swings
aged with time
the sky dark, casting a blue-grey filter over the world
a little blue skirt swings with the inertia
a teddy in the small pale hand
"are you like me"
patent leather shoes scrape the wet mulch beneath the swing
"that depends, how do you play"
"i play with minds, i show them things only i can see"
"well, when i play, they feel things they dont know how to feel"
"so you are like me"
"i guess... do they take you to big people in white coats"
"yes... do they try to make you blind like them"
"yes... i tried to introduce them to my friends, but they couldn't see them"
"i can help you"
"okay"
"wanna work together, to show them"
"yes, that would be fun"

**

one thing you didnt notice
the teddy has no head
how innocent
how sweet

hey, im back, feel frickin free to comment, as always
Kay-Rosa May 17
can i introduce
your windpipe
to my gold fork
Kay-Rosa May 14
can i introduce
your face
to the concrete?
i just liked the way it sounded
Kay-Rosa May 14
stop trying to protagonize me
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