Music

Music

A Poem by zombiebird
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A poem about the power of music.

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Blue demons scratch 
At your neck like fleecy collars
Winter seeps in like dishwater tide
The gray sky like steel wool
Or maybe the mistake 
That could have been buffed if you’d really tried 
Red devils dance 
In the corners of your vision 
Winter wraps the world in creeping ice 
So the air tastes like blood
Or maybe you’ve bitten 
Your tongue for the thousandth time 
Yellow creatures
Wriggle through the back channels
Of your brain, all frantic and feeble 
And winter is here but 
You haven’t gotten out 
Of bed for the cold and the people
Close your eyes tight 
Press the headphones close to your ears
Let the winter disappear 
Dance like summer, like fire -
Maybe the demons scratch
But deep in the music there’s nothing to hear 

© 2016 zombiebird


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