Spectrum Break
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Poem by: Ebony Quill Hand
Spectrum Break
By Jasmine Howard
She was black and blue and I was torn from the seams, we triumphed and conquered in shades of purple, red, blue and green.
She was mean and I was Queen, together apoctolyptic, harmonious in our chaos, the perfect life sync.
I was beaten, she was worn, physcotic where I was cruel. She was the voice without reason and I the echo of treason, where she got her high, I buried low.
She was the mistress of a love I know too well, one with price tags, bargains and eternal sales, five fingure discounts to any amount due, neglected by default, I have felt that too.
She was the fire and I was the heat, perfume musk of sweet defeat. Internal and external, our prison bars as our masters, we toasted a drink and armed ourselves to the teeth to meet our beloved creators.
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