red
i want



i want to make my pain pretty i wish to condense it injest it convulse it into little pink red pills i want them to be shaped like a lightning bolt ‘if lightning strikes, let it’ red like blood like love like compromise like sacrifice red dripping on the walls on my floors black like my sorrow like the shadows in my lungs like the dense weight of knowing of feeling of living



Yes
My star!! im in awe, your poetry shines once again 🙂↕️