sunflowerb's avatar
This is my favorite. I felt the royal purple all over, and the story behind it as well. And there's something about the rhythm of "match the blue fingerprint bruises" that makes me love that phrase.

And I wonder what it is that makes me feel like this would be taking place at night in the rain?

I feel a bit useless when it comes to feedback about poetry, because it feels like a foreign language to me. Hopefully you can find something helpful amidst my rambling comments? OTL
SilverInkblot's avatar
Of course it was raining outside under the glow of neon street lights. This scene has film noir written all over it. Very Black Dahlia stuff~

All comments are useful :heart: