Shades of Indigo

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


The raggedly dressed boy has a purple scar that hides beneath his sleeve as he kicks an almost deflated ball in the street.

This street looks exactly like hundreds of other streets in a city where shrapnel lines the walls and empty bullet shells prick his feet.

Feet, his blistered feet carry a happy rhythm that travels back and forth between his heart and his toes, making them nimble and bold, despite his grief.

Grief, his omniscient grief comes in shades of indigo; co-existing alongside a survival instinct as the reluctant ball rolls over dried blood that once streamed red in the street.

This street, exactly like hundreds of other streets hold countless memories of fathers and sons compelled to accept strife as iridescent ashes float among tree branches of life, bent under the weight of tyranny.

Tyranny, exquisitely wrapped, beautifully packaged, gleefully gifted as destiny.


Submitted: November 18, 2020

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