Black Grass

Black grass

Black grass
White sky
Fog walls
Comfort from the stage
Safe
No one can invade
Out here
No shade
Black grass blade
I breathe
You suffocate
I walk today
Chilled and damp
Heaven made
Red stains
Biological rain
Red on the blade
A red name
The old neighborhood
Wasn’t that friendly
Keep me in the white
I’m the memory
Safe in my grave

I’m reading into many things in only black and white. Gray is smoke, not contrast. I’m starving to decide. The in between is memory. ¬†Black and white.¬†

IMAGE: Riensberg Cemetery Bremen, Germany

 

Author: valeriemarieleslie

Poet. Thoughts. Musician.

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