Two-Dimensional Pain

Crushed chalk bones,
Leaving a trail of powdery melancholy.
Distorted acrylic rainbows,
And crayon blood,
Drawn over a crumpled paper heart.

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Bleeding Colors.

We bleed in colors, framing our emotions in words. Leaking blue sometimes, painting melancholy. Sometimes gold, like the rays of the sun and all things bright, but more often than not, we just bleed in black and white, creating a thousand shades of grey. Trying to look at things in a thousand different perspectives.

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