Gord

2024-08-02 12:12 am

Pastel crayon, divine me.
Quite a lot of yellow fears...
I see.

I asked where are they? 
Inside me? Behind?
Corn, cream or citrine?
Honey, they see white...

Gleaming, unsheathed knife,
Streelights, divine me.
What is fear like?
White with yellow?

I think I could but part ways,
Let the meat meet the knife,
See yellow inside their face,
Toenails and eyes.

Again, define me,
Against this chaos I fight.