RaINbOw PumPkin
The rain nursed her
The spectrum of colours spoke to her
“I need you to stay” she faintly mumbled to nothingness
Stray tear gone astray.
Raindrops matched the trickle on her cheek
Violet skies against the smoke
Drew a panorama of monochromic world
Crowded with just shades
No trace of colour…
She smiled.
She blew the smoke on her window again
It recoiled back to her.
She opened her eyes…
The rain, the smoke, the violet
Monochrome reflections
Her impressions lay buried.
The deep indigo made her restless
Patience coiled itself against angst
Her fingers wrapped tightly against the wasted joint
Her other hand gently rested on the hardbound leather book.
The word inevitable blurted itself “hope”
Her fingers nervously traced through the rusted pages…
The faint rustle echoed through the room
The smoke escaped her lips
The ache was oppressive
The echo suppressed her
Another drag, another calm, another chaos
Another colour, another vision, another illusion
The faint blue of the rainbow
faded into the drizzle.
The green was brighter
Than the shy grass that hid itself from the window behind a fence.
She let the window open
She read out the poetry
The ash fell between the yellow fold amidst blurring words
The words …‘the shadow’ got soaked in her salty tears.
The flirtatious drizzle rushed in…
She smiled a weak smile
Another drag sent her into a momentary delusion
The cheerful yellow and orange
caressed her thoughts
A frozen iceberg
She saw the sunshine
She felt the rain
A bittersweet rapture
She sunk in the moment of release…
A rush of pain and ecstasy
The last line read “this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper”
She understood.
She felt alive.
Numbness sought a way out as the smoke rose above her eyes….
Grieving happiness engulfed the being that arose from above the illusion of surrendering
Her eyes shut themselves to capture the elusive moment…
A moment of desperation and hope…
She drowned in the pleasure
The rush of motley colours…
a kaleidoscopic climax…
the pinnacle of her release.
The red brought her death again….
The spectrum of colours spoke to her
“I need you to stay” she faintly mumbled to nothingness
Stray tear gone astray.
Raindrops matched the trickle on her cheek
Violet skies against the smoke
Drew a panorama of monochromic world
Crowded with just shades
No trace of colour…
She smiled.
She blew the smoke on her window again
It recoiled back to her.
She opened her eyes…
The rain, the smoke, the violet
Monochrome reflections
Her impressions lay buried.
The deep indigo made her restless
Patience coiled itself against angst
Her fingers wrapped tightly against the wasted joint
Her other hand gently rested on the hardbound leather book.
The word inevitable blurted itself “hope”
Her fingers nervously traced through the rusted pages…
The faint rustle echoed through the room
The smoke escaped her lips
The ache was oppressive
The echo suppressed her
Another drag, another calm, another chaos
Another colour, another vision, another illusion
The faint blue of the rainbow
faded into the drizzle.
The green was brighter
Than the shy grass that hid itself from the window behind a fence.
She let the window open
She read out the poetry
The ash fell between the yellow fold amidst blurring words
The words …‘the shadow’ got soaked in her salty tears.
The flirtatious drizzle rushed in…
She smiled a weak smile
Another drag sent her into a momentary delusion
The cheerful yellow and orange
caressed her thoughts
A frozen iceberg
She saw the sunshine
She felt the rain
A bittersweet rapture
She sunk in the moment of release…
A rush of pain and ecstasy
The last line read “this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper”
She understood.
She felt alive.
Numbness sought a way out as the smoke rose above her eyes….
Grieving happiness engulfed the being that arose from above the illusion of surrendering
Her eyes shut themselves to capture the elusive moment…
A moment of desperation and hope…
She drowned in the pleasure
The rush of motley colours…
a kaleidoscopic climax…
the pinnacle of her release.
The red brought her death again….
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