Drunk Colors by Maria A. Arana

grasping blacks, reds

damp pavement filled with empty graffiti

scarlet blood fills the walls so everyone can see

when we swim with intoxication imagined

ripping apart the sounds that go on like this

until shame comes and you hear a voice

afraid, your mouth shuts in the low stone

divided by years of told-you-so’s 

crimson reigns


“The reason this poem made it into my ‘trash’ list was because some of the imagery is confusing. By the time you get to the end, you wonder what happened? It’s not a good feeling.”

Maria A. Arana is a writer, poet, editor, and teacher. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, fevers of the mind, and the Kleksograph. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana and https://aranaeditingservices.com or www.booksbymaarana.com
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