allegraosati | allegra osati

poem one hundred and two.

clashing technicolor threads weave a new cloth a tumultuous marriage of hues

typewriter keys dangle on a chain a graveyard of memories around your neck

she found purchase on the strings that played an augmented sixth she slept in modulation comfort in chaotic movement

a tavern dimly lit white snow darkening its door held deep in its belly ale and the revolution

she danced on the line between pride and pain the flames danced with her as she burned