The coiled rind of an orange,
in a glass of chilled amber.
A child alone and fetal.
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Colors
Blue is the place beyond our reach
blue is the speech made to subdue
red words they preach of violence to renew our fear
the dawn is near
Yellow slices through the night sky
yellow the dye the river pulls
Green now from cries of full hearts grieving in the stream
to wake from not a dream
Orange is what they left to us
orange the rust that aches for end
purple the lust that will bend truth around morning
a fair warning
Orange
Peel
Burst
Citrus – flesh – ripped
the gnashing of teeth
pistons of sinew and pulp
thrust against the gums
they speak loudly of the burning sun
Stifled by a crumbling damn of cotton
fire not tamed
but embraced
made temperate
the fruits of violence
and the seeds of gluttony
surge forth to their end.