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sapphire lined with green bore into him; her mother’s; painful gaze to meet.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
navy masking tape peels from the walls we painted, where I’ll live alone.
glowing in the gloom, companion in the darkness; blue computer screen.
whispers in corners of his blue eyes, stealing life. his own ghosts haunt him.
spectrum of all things azure waves to midnight deep; playground and graveyard.
“close your eyes,” he breaths, “I see music in colors; yours is crumpled blue.”
hidden in branches unexpected treasure; bright blue promise of spring.
web of blue veins wind under moon-white skin, a map points you to my heart.
eyes bright against snow consider prey before them; too late to escape.
vibrant hues embrace, emerald and cobalt kiss; sing of home I mourn.
doll in a teal dress lies elegantly beside car’s burning wreckage.
papery, mottled, raised blue veins limning my hands. where did the time go?
