
My friend blue
Showed up
At the party
In skys that
Lucy pictured
Bluegrass rounds
The sweet
Honey
Curves
Of that red songstress
Who ripped out your heart
In a single trill
Baby baby
Maybe
The Bardo
Quakes
With you
Azul waves
Wash the cold icy
Depth
Across the Carmel
Of my thighs
This is how you left us
Fuck you
Sapphire drowning
Souls suffocating
Under the weight
Of sins inherited
From throats cut
In gifts of aide
Alprazolam is a liar
And face down
Breathes cotton
Of the privilege
That hubris paid
The blood price for
When we stole the
Turquoise
Predatory beast
Chasing hungry ghosts
Into lapis oblivion
We had a son
And it was golden
Now it's just
You
Us
And the everlasting
Aquamarine
About the Creator
Monera Mason
Monera is a creative mischief-maker, who is most happy in artistic fellowship. Work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing immersive narrative for umbraphiles, adventuring with artistic hoteliers.




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