Pearl Colette Poems

I observed
By the window
An old hard wooden chair

Looking out
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When I die
will my life leave my body
and flow
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Every morning I wake up
and wrap myself in layers
I carry them around
feeling false and heavy.
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Today in art class
we cut upon tea bags
and emptied the brown powder
into the bin
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Your paintbrush dancing across the canvas

Recreating dark shadows and blurred anger
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