blackout poetry – Serotonin with a side of fries, please

To the people who have touched my body

Check out my poem “to the people who have touched my body” made with Instant Poetry 2

Poetry, drawing, coloring = lockdown sanity 🙂 Keep creating beautiful creators! This shall pass.

Every damaged race,

Every forest tree

may change to young mourning,

butterfly damage,

female & male bodies

lay young,

not at all unusual.

Liquid hunger kissing

will slowly disrupt

savage starving streets

mouths, hair, eyes, flesh…

part the pale almond dawn.