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Powder blue dusting your face like star-borne freckles. My lips find each one.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Chlorinated blue, unbroken in morning light; ready for urine.
The location: an unnamed middle school. The time: an undisclosed year somewhere between 2000 and 2016. The setting: English class, Friday afternoon.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Journal
blue hoax, grey hopes, taste the disappointment rainbow, make the same mistake.
Who was the first one to look at the blue-tossed waves and venture away?
clandestine lovers, embrace while the world still sleeps. amber, kiss blue, flee.
blue smudge underlines match the color of my eyes sleep eludes, and marks.
pale skin hints at blue slow-creeping death inches up through sluggish blue veins
blue so bright it hurts can’t stand looking for too long clear sky, or your eyes?
Blue and white checked dress, Knee high white socks, Mary Janes, Uniform of youth.
wine-stained lips, appear blue against the paleness of over-indulged face.
college colors, blue and white; I wore the wrong shade- mocked at the ball game.
