Viki Richards Poems

Blue is the color of a fresh start. The beginning of what is to come. Begging to be taken care of, a new born babe screaming for icy milk.

Purple bursts forth aching to be noticed, flashing it's annoyance every time it is ignored. Pleading for an snowy kiss to sooth its fire. Morphing into Black to match the fervor of the Artist.
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Like a curtain that falls after a show,
the black curtain falls over skin normally shown.
Talent, confidence, beauty shadowed by the shadow they are draped in.
You can't wear that.
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