Cyan and Gold

jim johnson

We shine through a dim hole

Filled with veins

Strings of blood, chained

Carved hearts bleeding on walls

 

Black necks and cherry blossoms

Square casts of fire

Dream for me only

Breathe for me only

 

Open windows with no view, no exit

Cyan, honey and Cyan

Locked in marbles of bodies

district from others

 

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