This bitter coloured wind, 

Steelyard blue, 

Cuts like a knife piercing the skin, cold as frosted sparks.

 

Your bitter coloured smile, 

Pursed pink, 

Sucks life as an Octipi suck, and leaves ugly marks where you have touched. 

 

The bitter colour of your love, 

Redacted black, 

Blocks light as a lid over our past and future, our present is already lost. 

 

This bitter colour of my life, 

Sloth belly green, 

Moss grows slow and so I’m sorry to myself for my verdigris naivety.

 

The bitter colour of my death

Sari silver and gold

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