Ombre Bones
Plainview, NY
2018, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
Bone-tipped corals,
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Fading away,
In-to white.
Vibrant Violets.
Radiant Reds.
Posh Pinks.
Majestic Mandarin.
All sluggishly ombre-ing to white.
Although that sounds like a dazzling display,
The corals slowly turning white,
Once they are bleached,
All that’s left is a forest of tethered bones.