Nathalie Elisabeth Brilliant
Blue and black yellow blood poem
Undercurrent gurgling gurgling gurgling
Chocolate mable syrup
She doesn’t want to have it
And says, “no no no,”
It seems like angels flashed before a vagina loose and wet.
It doesn’t have to be fireflies when the vernacular transcends.
An elevated status divides premeditated impromptu haphazard.
Blue performativity – a stereotype.
What if her head were a rabbit, drooping ears pouring with blood
Blood everywhere, on the floors, on my notebook, on my computer on the wall.
Blue blood, black blood, yellow blood yellow yellow yellow
Blue black yellow blood.
Understandably nothing wise whispered lashes lashes of teaming hope
It’s not as though air is thicker than ice
It’s just that though.
Frozen in apple red white and blue
Passion, Christ, passion
Don’t ya got some?
Livid horror of traumatic memories dead in stone cold stone
and RI richd died in a car accident.
Where were the guns?