the storm clouds threatened
to pull me into the blue river
and drown me in a mix of cobalt and smoke
i was pushed into the rift
the folds of brine,
so i pulled out my pockets
hoping the last bit of blush pinks
and buttercup yellows
would save me from the patches
of leaden gray
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
the storm clouds threatened
to pull me into the blue river
and drown me in a mix of cobalt and smoke
i was pushed into the rift
the folds of brine,
so i pulled out my pockets
hoping the last bit of blush pinks
and buttercup yellows
would save me from the patches
of leaden gray
