The Rain Colored Survivalist

I’m certain you’re a secret no one know’s about, you didn’t wish to quell this noise from within your ears. You cooked this bowl, stirring it all with such intent and vibrance. The colors were blended, it appeared on the tattered flag in separated positions. Outside of the world so very winded, how were you dropped to the floor. You let this be known, instead of letting it down. I pushed for that moment, for the truth out of you that was so viciously barren.  Survival of the miscreant, you pushed harder than it was ever intended before now.  Packed to the brim, those colors still rained on top of your head. Aggressively in remembrance, an atonement for the guilty.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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