Her shadow was blue and pale
From the mountain top, I noticed
The blue fades to bloody red
I wonder
No one knows her
Except my ruined imagination
While I washed the pile of plates
Memory of meeting her licked my legs
Oh! I need to find her..
I left the kitchen
I left the house
I called her name aloud
She was nowhere
It was dark when I came back
She was there
In my kitchen sink
talking to the pile of plates
I hid near the curtains
I secretly saw her face
I vigorously listened
She still looked blue
the blue..
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An emotionally charged metaphorical poem. Beautiful write. Congratulations
Thank you so much