Just an Old Title-less Poem

[Covfefe]

Your memory is a mesh

of big fondling hands,

Late night visits,

And numbing violence 

 

So you paint your body every year,

Yellowy happiness for the first four months,

Reddish misandry for days that remind you of push and pull,

Bluish aloofness on party weekends,

But never white.

 

White reminds you of stains,

Red stains on nights the 

World becomes deaf to screams.

 

 

 

 

[kimi]

Quite Deep.