Posted in Poetry, Writing

Solastalgia

Envy paints me like a forest;

lush and vast and green

Sadness blues my skeleton

from buried bone to glacier creek

And nothing

congregates the masses like carnage

fusing into bile brown

It smells of death

but to them

it looks like love


via Daily Prompt: Planet

Author:

Jack of the following trades: -Writing -Music -Drawing -Foreign Language -Linguistics -Baking -Reading Master of the following trades: -TBD 27.

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