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May 2018
Hold me down
Pull me
Grab my hair
Rip it out and throw me to the ground
Fists held in stasis
Slow
Timeless
Viscous
Weightless
Connect with soft faces
I remember it passing me by in silence
Like an old black and white movie
Flashes of stills
Each a captured moment
frozen
BANG
That’s what sound sounds like to silence
Loud red der loud der louder.
The sound of stillness speaking up. Speeding up.
Black and white becomes colour and I’m left with a taste of red on my lips red dripping on your hands red the passion you have to hurt red like a leaf red under a magnifying glass red staring at a specimen red see red sea red she’s red me red peace of red red der redder redderederederederederederederredred dred.
Loudereder loudredred
Loud. Red. Dred.
Written by
Bragi
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