The Potential of Plastic by KeyamiLove, literature
Literature
The Potential of Plastic
Paint me an image that's more silver than black
Take a taste, dull your teeth, on a finely spun crack
On the windowsill gilding carved violently blue
Not a stone, not a flash, powdered envy
Ask you?
Hit the wall, free the ink
Smear it heavy like chalk
As it whispers it shivers and leaves heavy-tilt marks
The air tastes like talcum and tremors like rain
Fully heated the blood runs so battered, unshamed
Give me glory too potent for bristles of paint
Slit like pupils slant sideways in a brush with their game
In an instant, a decision, I quite doubt that it's sane
Musing faintly regardless, it stays all the same.