Surely I don’t need to expound… Just follow the sounds and let
the words punctuate both your brain and the page.
Reds.
Greens.
(Red, White and Blue.)
Black.
Brown.
Yellow.
White.
We attribute so much to colors, don’t we?
And yet, none of it matters. When our bodies are slotted
into those 6 foot rectangles the only thing left
will be the lid of a box and memories
like ghosts that haunt the living.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
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The ending is painfully piercing and haunting, but it is true.
I’m glad it resonated with you. 🙂