Friday, September 19, 2014


This fracture has 
painted our
colors in reverse.

white over black;
black over white.

Roses and bloom in a
time well past,
shadows and gloom in a
choiceless fluke.

Harsh words that
penetrate my, I reluctantly
selfish alacrity.

Paint dries, yet 
beneath lies
buried marks; scars
that sometimes

unhinge our shallow
facades until it
peels, and
visible is that

white underneath black;
black underneath white.

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