Chaos
Chaos looks like radioactive chromium
hot yellow fierce
breathing a smile.
Chaos tastes like blue fire
with a singe of honey.
Chaos smells like the early intestines of potassium
long left in a laboratory.
Chaos feels like love and a killing
at night.
Chaos sounds like a castrato once a boy of five
now longing for silence.
Mute mud.
Love this synaesthetic take on chaos. The colour, taste and smells so evocative; the last few lines powerful.
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