![]() Pink RoomA Poem by jessicawritesMy world is in fluorescence; Cold, artificial, and hospital-esque. I search for meaning within the confines Of a four-by-three; decorate the walls With paint, and grime, and upholstery. I find mirrors hidden by hairline cracks, Reflecting worms falling down, down Down the wooden slab onto the sienna floor, Dripping with acrylic and broken glass. In the shelves of books, You'd find all the dreams I've dreamed And those that have died; The words that shaped me, The advices I've stripped and scrapped. For what is the meaning of the meaning of the meaning -- Of the days that swing like pendulums, back and forth, And forth and back? The maggots that fell before laid eggs That will dive into my bed again. The floor will fill with more drops of paint, Until all there is is wet.
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Added on April 1, 2025 Last Updated on April 1, 2025 Author![]() jessicawritesAboutI'm currently revising the works that I've published here years ago. I hope you enjoy my works, and feel free to reach out. :) more..Writing
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