Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Color pulses between our fingers,
We’re grabbing at rainbows.
This acid trip is laced with sobriety.
Delicious reality.
Hair twists between my teeth
As we pulse blindly through life
Frighteningly intertwined
Yet heartbreakingly separated.
Living precariously,
Cherishing blisters itched by stilettos.
Where’s the fun in lamenting?
Let’s forget conversation for a change.
Let’s scream with delirious insanity
And hope we burst the eardrums
Of our grandparents.
Life bends itself into ribbons,
Twisting around your soul.
Academic masturbation
Satisfies only those who hold the strings.
Desperate for emotion,
Storing adrenaline away,
Sick of pacing yourself.
It’s time to binge without purging.
Stop inhaling.
Start breathing.
I enjoy reading your poetry, and it makes me think more deeper and live more livelier. ~Z
Newfie Hugs, Rose