YellowA Chapter by Garrett LeathermanYellow is the color of the flame that burns the flesh of my fellow. Yellow is a fellowly color, a color that feels like a friendly fellow. Yellow is bright like the sun, the tons of cosmic dust pressed into one, Pushing against itself for fun until its exhausted its run.
Yellow burns like the sun, bellows hot fun at the expense of the other. Yellow looks like my fellow whose ego is not so mellow, rather it smothers, Smothers his sense of others such that he burns them like the yellow sun. Friends are yellow suns: some have fun with you, others while you’re there, stunned.
Stunned perhaps by the brightness of the yellow sun of your fellow, Or stunned by its scorching, evil brilliance that charms with just, “hello!” Yellow looks fellowly but it’s just a mellow plot that it weaves, A plot that ties you up until you can’t leave.
Yellow is the color of that scorch that torches the heart. Yellow is the color of the flame that plays games from the start. Yellow is the flame that burns the flesh of my fellow. Yellow is the fellow that is me--at last I bellow! © 2021 Garrett LeathermanAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 2, 2021 Last Updated on January 4, 2021 AuthorGarrett LeathermanBaltimore, MDAboutYoung and aspiring writer, mainly in poetry. I have joined this site to receive honest feedback on my writing, so please please do not be shy in doing so. I would greatly appreciate it! more..Writing
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