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Fractals of SanityBy Melissa Kohberger QuailBellMagazine.com I rather like when the sky bleeds orange The clouds stick together like melted chocolate Gingerbread men come out from the sunlight While pretty little gumdrops swing underneath them Smiling up at the cosmos- their undying approval Delicately I undress my wounds Purple with acidic tendrils of poison They smell like red and they look like Some kind of an odor that comes from a rainbow A smell that can only be described as metallic gold fuckin’ treason Today I sit beneath the banana tree Tasting the fruits of the fallen Gods while I’m reminded of a song a fool once told me From a microphone wrapped in gummy bears Childish pranks then followed shortly after Give me ten reasons not to fly The earth will accept me as much as outer space I ignore them both and hear all kinds of acidic colors Passionate devils that lurk in the deep Of the ocean of lullabies- too scared to be free I see sounds of beauty and I taste the music Freedom flies down from the orange sky again Maybe I’ll tempt the green furry teddy bear The one with the big pink dress that barely fits over It’s giant paws- nails painted red Maybe I’ll stay for eternity in the gape of the Universe Here there are fractals of sanity just waiting to sing to me I grin at them like the gumdrops do Smiling up at the cosmos My ever faltering approval CommentsComments are closed.
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