Sunny yellow sharps bin
by the sofa side,
blue and green, the bruises,
upon my beaten hide,
dirty orange on sodden sheets
where, in the night, i lay
when Black came in and
ruined me and took my youth away.
the shameful red that
burns below has never left me yet,
Only lessened by the grey
of it's deadened coverlet.


 

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