30 January 2022
pink hair flows and pink lights flash a nauseating combination like some say we were. never should have been never should be never will be it is too late for semantics emtionless at best soft glow on your face it was inevitable hands drum against the sticky bar a phantom plucking at my heartstrings. blood caked up under its fingernails can't pick it off at least when it washes away there is a small comfort swirling down the drain that it's pink. if I had to place a color it simply wouldn't be I felt pink with you.
BLOG IT BABY 