blood red flamingo ☆
• Written by shuthebluedinosaur
im not quite sure what i mean
when i roll down my rose-tinted window -
veiling the ever-greying scene.
i wish i had the balance of the blood red flamingo
wiping its razor feathers clean.
im stuck in a limbo of never-ending bingo,
i dont think even einstein could escape
it bleeds me dry - infantile, yet a hero
reshaping my mind with every scrape,
it gloats
with its ice cold, buffered fangs
around my incessantly thrashing throat.
