It's 3D and you can tell because of the colors,
Not the ripping sensation jaggedly cutting
Across my midsection as some sweet nobody
Cracks on the subway and spills out the ooey gooey
Sins bubbling and boiling in my chest.
.
You can tell it's 3D
Just by the sound it.
What's dripping onto the train floor isn't water.
It's something thicker, something warm.
Blood.
.
Ah, but it's 2D now, isn't it?
Everything is pressed and flat and something
Deep in my chest feels like it's melting into the floor
Like watercolors out in the rain.
But this red and blue world can only be 3D.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (8)
What the hell happened here? ⛔️
Really great work here, Silver! Very strong sense of place yet so surreal! Well done!
Holy cow, 3D fading to 2D with the injured. Vivid!
Oh wow, evocative and a sense of bodily intrusion. This was incredibly done, Silver! 💌
This is so well written and captivating.
Oh damn!! That was incredibly visceral and cutting. It felt angry and pissed off but sad too. Excellent work :)
This is as jagged and dangerous as the scenario it represents. Kudos!
Wow. Incredible poetry.