peach purple vibe
of a beautiful evening
awoke me from slumber
atop the chilly hills;
dreaming of a time when
silence slithered in like slick serpents
tearing my innards
and hanging it like tinsels on Christmas trees
I cry pink notes
and violent storms
into my palm
as the sun shoots up tiny swords
in the ashen sky
whispering how perception can change perspective
and now,
with renewed scars
and reopened impairments;
I watch the sunset
amidst tear-soaked smile
convincing myself that… it is enough
it is time
to push down the hill
all the skeletal remains of my lamenting soul
and fill in the cavities
with sunshine, daisies and glitter.
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