i can't put my finger on it.
nor, do i want to.
because all of your life,
that parting has been shut.
a finger over it,
signalling silence.
soft.
and tired.
pinkish purplish.
moving in sound.
little lines have been drawn on by your creator.
i should let you know that it means you're dehydrated.
impromptu conversations weave through the open parting,
debating each brushstroke before it's cast.
the painting doesn't change too much either way,
but i suppose it adds up.
i'm sorry for not listening to you.
YOU ARE READING
PETRIFY THE EXOPLANET: A Mediocre Poetry Anthology
PoetryExoplanet (n): 1. a planet which orbits a star outside the solar system. I've always felt like a bit of an exoplanet. Ostracized from the world I am supposed to know, yet still, not shining on my own. Petrify the Exoplanet is an ongoing poetry colle...
