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Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Poetry…
my breath,
my life

Feelings
inhaled,
thoughts to delight

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
Terminal poetry…
death by the word

Selling a heartbeat
for every breath

Giving up life
for each new phrase

Buried
—inside what’s heard

(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
 Dec 2019 Shilpa Panigrahi
Riveá
You see, my dear, you have turned my world into a real-life romance movie.  That night you grabbed my hand and twirled me around under a star filled sky, you danced away with my heart.  You've taken me on countless adventures and shown me what the definition of Happy looks like.  Even on nights we spit fire back and forth, I don't dream of being with anyone else.  In fact, I think I'd stay even with your hands around my neck.
You make me catch my breath
so often
I fear I will starve the world
of oxygen
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
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