PORTRAIT
She clings to incense pipe dreams to regulate her state of bliss
Wishing just to feel again the purity of the first kiss
Fixed on powdered pleasures she mourns the night light’s sullen glow
A dim array of yellow life illuminates the only dream she knows
She knows…
She loved to speak of colour blending all the shades in disarray
Wrapped in snow-white blankets witnessed neons fade to shades of grey
Dressed in blank confusion she seeks refuge from all that’s real
Fearing expectations of what cold conception might reveal
Concealed…
“…in loving memory…”
“…it did not have to be…”
“…didn’t anybody see…”
“…if only she…”
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