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Blackness

Nothing

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Blackness
Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash

blackness

Red

Your blackness is on my red

Your darkest black

Has choked me

I’m dead

I’m dead

***

I’m glad

I’m dead

All my spilled

Red

Has turned black

Nothing I have become

You spilled me out

*****

I’m

Black now

I’m fried

I can’t hide

I can’t run

You’ll find me

****

I’m blackened

By your scratching call

I’m nothing,

Nothing

Nothing inside your superficial heart

Don’t give me a call

****

I’m black

Your red

You switched it around

I’m bad

Your good

Look at how easy it was

You manufacture these products

To silence my cries

And blacken my heart

And cover yours

As insurance,

It’s very effective.

****

I’m nothing

Nothing at all

No one can hear me

Even when I fall.

Especially when I fall.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

My work:

Patheos,

The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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