Pink Poison
The color painted all over him slowly drowning him
in the dreadful feeling of sorrow. He gasps for air while
the “pink poison” is burning his skin as he franticly looks for the blue antidote.
But it’s not in sight he slowly gives up letting the poison sink in. Coloring him in the reality. He was covered pink and it wouldn’t come off.
This poem is about:
Me
My community