This week, our friend Michelle Beauchamp (aka Mish) at dVerse Poets poses us the challenge of becoming a color…
Sevenling (no one will) *
No one will ever remember
that roses were red or that violets,
dancing on the green, were blue.
I am the greyest of fogs. I fade
the sunflower’s flash. I drown daisies.
I guarantee only nightshades remain.
I am the Cosmic Eraser.