The Next To Die" Bullet holes and blood.
Stars in a white sky.
I know I am the next to die. "
Look at this art......he said.
Tell me what you see.
Well that is what first came to me.
There were holes and dripping paint
in red and yellow waterfalls;
like plasma over red cells.
Tell me what you see...he said,
but symbolism always frightens me.
Tonight I will refuse to dream.
Don't ask me
about your art.......
Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2021-01-30 at 14:24
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