OMBRE
where contrast learns to coexist...
A little sum for the ride from Billie
the blur of confusion
and a made-up mind
synced into honey—
called a colour.
The lines run deep,
echoes and screams in the distance,
hugs and kisses on the canvas—
yet we remain
the curves of whiplash,
the unfinished beginnings of wounds,
carved in knives and covered in blood—
still, we persist.
Ombre.
Deep.