RED.

I sit on my friend’s porch
and wonder,
what colors would make her home better?
she slips me a sign of “you need to leave.”,
between her buried eyebrows.
I choose to stay.
the wall behind me is too blue,
I like the idea of red instead.
I went ahead and slit my friend,
took her blood and paint my wish.
she grasps a plant to fight consent,
silly thing.
I take a step back and smell the wet wall
as she lays with defeat on her face.

purr

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Being 'Weird' is Good. Being 'You' is Awesome.

A glass of whiskey for your perspective?!

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