Chosen

Disheartening
or the cracks

between
where the wall meets

the ceiling–constantly
pulling us

to look upward
uneasily. Dreamy

phantoms linger
in the breeze,

Listen.
They tell the story

of the boy who
leaves his arms

wide open,
the girl who is

the wrong shade
of turquoise,

how the two mediums
clash, curls

against
tangerine flames.

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