Terrestrials

Terrestrials

A Poem by Bill O. Writes

A stream of color
Cycling through
Pushing them together
But twisting askew

He rips
She claws
Their inner workings exposed
Drowning potential soaks through their clothes

The colors still mesh, red and blue
They speak so different
As terrestrials do

© 2024 Bill O. Writes


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Bill O. Writes
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