The latest offering over at weekend wordsmith is the word “pallid.” Combined with the photo posted there, it really evoked some powerful, gut-wrenching memories for me. The word “pallid” doesn’t get used here, but it forms the underlying imagery, the words “pale” and “white” taking its place. I apologize if the colorful formatting makes this piece difficult to read, but this is how I pictured it in my head… If I knew a way to give the poem a black background, I would.
Cryptic
Ghost flesh, razor blade
Red script on a white page
Pale face, crimson scrawl
Hand print on a white wall
Nose bleed, empty eyes
Sunset in a pale sky
Answer, spreading thin
Question in her white skin
Red script on a white page
Pale face, crimson scrawl
Hand print on a white wall
Nose bleed, empty eyes
Sunset in a pale sky
Answer, spreading thin
Question in her white skin
