Category Archives: Wretched Poetry

Crayons

Red-blue-yellow-green. I found them in that order.

One under the battered sofa, another two fallen between cracks in the warped floorboards, the fourth in my cardboard schoolbox along with Elmer’s Glue.

With them I had created my own world of bright blue castles and dragons as red as clowns’ rubber noses.

I had drawn and dreamed of all the great things I would do and see in a world I envisioned as Crayola-vivid.

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