.r e d.
i'm free.
i feel it in the
throbbing of my veins
and in the arteries that
pump and pump and pump
fresh streams of
unending red that won't f a d e,
won't cease for a single second.
r e d.
it's what i've wanted for
decades and centuries--
maybe even aeons.
i feel the rubicundity colouring
my once pale, porcelain
and simply lifeless skin.
is this what it feels like to be a f l a m e?
and this is just the beginning.
because the galaxies of red
that used to lie motionless
under my lidded eyes--
they're only starting to explode.
i'm a l i v e.
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Poetry|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
