In rose-pink drops, the fragments fall.
The air itself is shattered,
The green-lit sky extends its arms
To those who've been discoloured.
Delusions of a half-crazed mind
Engulf these hands of speech.
Those drapes of blue have fallen too
In Ceremonial
Happy thoughts
of pleasantries
and offices
like matchsticks.
She thinks her brain has been encased
In ugly mouldy yellow.
Watch it grow.
I blame this on the drugs. Okay, so they're just antibiotics. But still.
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