Jaded


I slipped
tripped
skidded
Granite pebbles reside in my flesh
and green blood flows,
up, over, and through those rocky ridges of pain.
My vision is blurred with emerald,
my breath hisses in a cloud of jungle green,
huffs out in a building of peacock dimensions.
Walls of sage, fractaled to confuse the eye.
Windows of aquamarine, with a view of others’ lives.
Doors of viridian, and knobs of chartreuse.
A monument of epic proportions
to the emotions that hitchhiked on my soul.
Envy
Melancholy
Vindictive
Blaise
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