Into the pink

... the people came they saw no shame in this terrible game they played... ... and the children cried for they felt the pain, the emptiness ...

~Explanation of symbolism, in case of questions, in comments. ~This poem is a villanelle .

you called me sister as you held me tight, tighter than you had ever held anyone before that point I assumed. too tight. tight into territ...

Where are the words I seek? Desperate attempts to give you shape. Don't leave me with a question. In my world of eternal night, you live...

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with a bit of blue beneath me, I reach out to you and I feel the magic of our meeting ground. I am a dog facing the sky, eating from the ear...

I opened the terrace door to lock the outside gate. The crickets’ dark serenade transported me to childhood nights... sleepless nights spen...