feeling blue
Emily Reid Green it’s that feeling navy dark your stubble scratching more than your uniform it’s that feeling denim dust your old jacket coughs it’s that feeling midnight ink your pen itching scratches shredding slip to skin it’s that feeling ice cold your knuckles numb blood pooling bruises beneath a fashion it’s that feeling sea salt your breath melts tears drips them back to me drowning it’s that feeling blue |
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About the Author: Emily Reid Green's poetry, creative non-fiction and flash fiction have appeared in publications including Skipping Stones, Common Threads, The Font, The Linnet’s Wings, Khroma, and Skive Magazine. This spring, she will share her poetry in the Women of Appalachia Project's "Women Speak!" performances. An unabashed bookworm and avid knitter, she lives with her family in Toledo, Ohio.