seven am suicidals

the light in the room
as i looked out
the sunlight diffusion
gradually pulling
the deep purple
into static blue
shifted to a melange
of pink hued darknesses

there is a weight
to this salmon haze
a heaviness breaking
over the rooftops
trickling turgidly
down the streets
a dripping of cloying
syrupy madness
in flamingoesque shades

i sit alone
no coffee no dream
a hastily carved
mannequin in black
spilled over with
pink abandonment
unable to break free
from the sparrows
of lingering sorrow

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