signs
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Pain,
as bright as my neon highlighters
Statements,
bolder than the sound of my voice
Colored every which way
I trace
Over every word
So none feels left out
Because I know
Sweet bludgeoned muse
Perplexed in youth
And made to hide away
These points of view
Deflect our hue
In the march toward imminent decay
sometimes the sign you have been looking for is bright and fluourescent
invading the stormy blue sky
sometimes its just a whisper in your ear
soft and subtle
like the brush of a butterfly wing
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
Take them as your warning sign, warning sign
If you can just pull away, pull away
You only have so much time, so much time
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
tired, sunked blue eyes
tell a story most people would rather not hear.
red marks fresh with blood stains
on the adjacent sleeves' fabric.
doesn't look at them so they
won't look at her.
I should have known earlier
That something was off.
AGE 3
I am acting out
My own death
Over and
Over and
Over.
Gunshots, falling, screaming,
Nothing.
You make sarcastic jokes and laugh a lot,
as if we don't know that something is wrong.
We watch you fade beneath a
thinning frame.
We avert our eyes when your sleeves
fall back.
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
Teddy bear’s choked with duct tape remind us to
“Please drive safely”
Smoky with his grave-digging shovel tells us:
“Today’s Fire Danger is HIGH”
We wind through canyons with dusty, sage-filled air.
