STIGMATA - Political Musings of Unrequited Love by Ruxandra Duca - HTML preview

Life

I splattered color on the sky,

and it came down in waves.

I failed to swim among the trails of the rainbow,

but the colors swam through me.

There, I saw the green of youth fading to grey,

and my eyes turned blue, for blood had turned black,

and I cried a whiteness beyond chastity,

and the night had never seemed so colorless.

Yellow were the stars, but they shone brown,

and the planets had reached extinction…

I had never known, out of all the things I knew…

I’d never known that I was dead.