black and white with bloody undertones

free verse poetry

it arrives, knocking gently

a soft distrust, going unnoticed taking graceful steps, slipping through the cracks in our foundation

the sepia seeps in.

when everything becomes filtered it’s not as simple as black and white

there’s still some color to this there’s still some color to us

bloody undertones where we’re boiling beneath the atmosphere, walls sweat

condensation becomes conversation and what are they saying about us?

that we love so delicately even our gentility has its own violence

Simply put, this poem is about the ambiguous grief of impending endings. It tells the poetically tragic tale of the moment one of the two people in a relationship realizes that it is headed toward the end. But not when they’re almost at the crossroads.

Rather, when it’s still out of touch and largely out of view; but now, a silhouette upcoming, on the road they’re on. There’s still time to change course if that’s decided. Sadly, some stories are already written regardless of the navigation.

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