WhiteA Chapter by Garrett LeathermanA feeling so bright, so white, It doesn’t even feel right-- Such is the plight.
A colorless shade so plain Yet so damn ready to stain It should be maimed.
A blank so corrupt in hue That the only thing it’s due Is a gun wound.
That way we can dye it red And hope it dies, i.e. dead. . . . Where is my red? © 2021 Garrett LeathermanAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 2, 2021 Last Updated on January 2, 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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