Source:sadgirlsonly
The river bleeds pink.
Low-hanging trees
drip the rich color.
Falling leaves
leave pink trails.
Childlike strokes
fingerpaint the river.
A river of neon pink.
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Sunday, March 11, 2018
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
QUICKSAND
Let’s travel through the forest so green.
A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.
The roots tangle around our feet.
Walking becomes a scary feat.
Neon leaves hit our faces.
A hit every few paces.
I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.
Quicksand my enemy forever more.
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