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A Blue World

Cristina Holban


I say blue and mean the tears

Spilled at our awakening

To life, our cold reality.

I say blue and mean new veins,

Entwined, polluted by hypocrisy,

Now gushing poison ivy.

I say blue and mean Apollo’s hyacinth,

Its tender grace now lost

In the wind’s embrace, closed irises.

I say blue and mean the sky,

Its birds and their rasp hicc-

Ups shrieking a last goodbye.

I see blue but say I love you

As our walls turn to slumps

And our throats open up

To sing our final tragedy.


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