Color Wheel.

Over the next few days, I’m going to post little poem-esque things, as per usual.
This time there will be a theme.

I’m going to do six of them based upon six colors.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

I will be writing from the perspective that each of these colors makes me feel.
Hopefully without having too large of a bias on one color versus another.

I may or may not go in order after this first color.

RED
These jaws are hanging
Mouths are open
Lungs are filling, desperate for attention
Disregarding fundamental oxygen in exchange for something more potent.

Feed us history.

These thin cell walls are choking
Crying out for their fix
Filtering this shit is like playing in tar
Wars so thick, the echoes still resound
Didn’t you ever wonder where all those repercussions bred?

This place is a battlefield.

We wonder which stance to take to absorb the blow
Shoulder perhaps?
Legs, thighs, biceps.
Or maybe that sweet little organ that hides trembling behind our ribcage.

Feed us history.

Danger.
This is how we are hungry.

As a side note for myself, I’m relatively surprised at what I produced for this one.