Friday, December 17, 2010

Prey

A puddle of indigo
Just leaked out of me
*well, that's embarrassing*
not really.

That's me.

I jumped,
and they said,
"You're Bold"
and
"You're Brave"
So I smile to cover the shame that is leaking out of me.
So it doesn't mix with the indigo.

A bit of the Atlantic finds its way to my tear ducts,
and then is has found my lips.
drip.
drop.

The music notes are green.
Such a deep green.

But when the
cobalt
that flows through my veins
to the vessels of my heart
escapes my body;
that is when I am raw.


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