Black and Blue
A poem created by GPW, an alias used by an anonymous person.
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There isn't a difference
between the black and blue floods rushing
melting under my skin
as if my arteries were bursting pipes of razors
or those black and blue colors leaking out dyeing
staining the inside of my heart
like green food dye turning dough into a joke
who said that you could tell a difference?
I felt it
since my first gasping breath
black and blue
black and blue all around me
a friendly hug of suffocation
a noose of words ringing around my throat
I see black and blue people,
black and blue eyes,
there's black and blue bruises, and
black and blue lies
there isn't a difference
it's all the same