Repeat
Rinse repeat
the soul clean
walk the tightrope
to my dreams
pull apart
my stitches and seams
bleed out the bleak
buries me beneath
drowning in defeat
living on my knees
upside down
the yellow screams
in threes.
©JMCole
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Fri 24th Mar 2017 06:47
It took me a few reads, then I got it, that is except for "the yellow bleeds of threes" the second thought was, the that most bad things happen in threes. but even then there is the "yellow".
Curious
thanks for your profound, simplistic rendition.