Ultraviolet Ways


Day 12

Prompt: Write a damaged poem.

Ultraviolet Ways

It was in the middle of the day.
On your east, where I played sun to you.
I remember.
You were cloudy and rainy
when I rose up---
Bright like that,
Yellow like that,
Splendid like that.
Using wholly the same energy that
I once traded my sweetness for---
in return for your bleeding blue, broken heart
Now, you can say that I’m ray less selfish.
 
 
D'ElegantOne
 
 
 

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