8\/5\/17 3:27pm
\nFool’s Gold<\/p>\n
She comes in drenched in rain,
\nteal hair, my hair, bleeding rivers down the front of her white shirt.
\nHer sister’s shirt.
\nBleeds green-blue hurt down the transparent wet cotton.
\nThe boys pretend not to look.
\nShe’s giggling aquamarine, a messy scene of drips,
\ntripping on lsd.
\nHer scattered fractals of vermilion tongue makes blood run
\nVenetian
\nPumping wine from a candy apple heart.
\nShe doesn’t fall apart
\nso often anymore.<\/p>\n
Fell in love with the way forest green irises
\ntheir limbal ring
\nlooked up at her between tawny legs.
\nWrapped up in amethyst visions of a brighter future,
\none to suit her
\nmore than the places that left scars.
\nShe’s wondering where you are,
\nasks about your porcelain mouth and what it’s doing;
\nWhere it’s been.<\/p>\n
She is amber shoulders in the warmth,
\nclimbing waterfalls and leaping from onyx rocks
\nscraping the soles of her feet.
\nHer locks are blonde and tangled now,
\nstill dripping,
\nhighlights in the sun
\nstrands of Pyrite.
\nShe’s always been a fool,
\nwith a heart of gold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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