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1 " BLANKETOn our bed there is a blanketIt has been greeted by strangersBecome a desert to missilesFilled with hurtful words and jealousyA pitched hillsideWhere hunched backs lay unmovingI’ve crawled into its darknessNight after nightDove into the wreckageWith my lanternHoping for some lightAt the end of this silent tunnelI’ve spooned with the griefSifted through the ashes of our loveBeen reduced to the seasonsWhere people watch our bonesAs they lie down exposedThrough our transparent coverStill warm among the cold windsBut heavy with self-deceptionOn our bed there is a blanketIt has been greeted by strangersBecome a desert to missilesFilled with hurtful words and jealousyA pitched hillsideWhere hunched backs lay unmoving "
― Trisha North , Safe: The Places I Go in My Head to Feel Acceptance & Peace
2 " REDHere’s the redThe red of love The fire that burnsWithin my soulThe reddest redI’ve ever knownThe flame untouchedIgnited coalHere’s the redThe red of painThat stinging painNo one must knowThe deepest redI’ve ever feltThe emptinessThe mourning soulHere’s the redThe red I knewThat exalted fireThat once ignited youThe reddest red I ever knew…The deepest redI ever knew… "