One can for each
barely open eye
And now I can
hear color
the scream of yellow on a coworker
the moan of red on your lover tonight
the lullaby of black you’re trying to avoid
taste music
the hot sharps that keep you bouncing
the bitter flats you switch stations on
see heartbeats
in very door held by a stranger
in every car that cuts you off
touch light
the cold of office fluorescents
the warmth of the sun at lunch break
and smell
the migraine I am forever trying to avoid
April 6, 2019
#NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019 Day 6
Absolutely love the crossed senses - the description for each vivid and ending on the smell, perfect.
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