challenge poem... bolded, as usual.
Bad news comes
In black on white -
On the page, in my mind.
The contrast hurts my eyes.
(Can you feel the changing
Tone of what you
Once heard as innocence?)
Bells do not announce
Tragedy
Like you…
You come
Breathy as a whisper,
Hot on my ear
And I can taste that.
Impressible modulationParting gift
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