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