10.3.10

Imperial Red

Not that I have any followers at the time of posting this, I am (like I mentioned earlier) coming back to this blog. I just need a better way to market it to get more followers. Here is a poem from my archived writings, it is called Imperial Red and I didn't mean for it to be as serious as it may come off as.
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Imperial Red

Mercurial red gleaming flesh

The meat beneath is a lovely beige.

My face is battered, pulpy and bruised.

I have been chewed and

Spit out

Tossed around.

It was my mother you know.

I didn’t know my father.

I got pregnate, she cut me off, kicked me out.

She used to love me and

Nurture me

Hold me.

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