What if
Only two colors existed
In your living life;
would you cough up blood
Just to realize
There was a color, red?

What if
Only two views persisted
in worst lifing lived,
Coughing up blood,
Just to have
A story read.

What if
Only two two daughters lived,
As life lives, lived,
Like living coughing blood,
Just to need
Myself as dead?

What if
Only to be silenced,
Existence rainbows persist,
Recreates life’s blood,
Seems to Be
A storied bed…

Time…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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