how do you stop them,
these pipette-fed ruby furies?
it is the escape that paints itself
in a shade of night,
a chain of palms away.
thinking makes it so,
so right.
look how they stay silent,
mouthless ghosts,
floating
and
never
fully
formed.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
how do you stop them,
these pipette-fed ruby furies?
it is the escape that paints itself
in a shade of night,
a chain of palms away.
thinking makes it so,
so right.
look how they stay silent,
mouthless ghosts,
floating
and
never
fully
formed.
Written: May 2018.
Explanation: A poem written fairly quickly in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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