a descent into poetry insanity |
| in heat, I dream shades of yellow. golden as the sun on a clear morning over the ocean, as the smell of honeysuckle and bananas and dust, as a still pond in the jungle with the steady buzz that speaks of mosquitoes lurking, biting, bleeding, as a fire burning within, eating me away until nothing is left of me but yellow. Author's Note ▶︎ |