There is storm blue in my blood, Blue grey in my blood.
The sun is brilliant, Its warmth enveloping My skin lit like sun rays on water -- simmering with millions of diamond particles, and the sky, a robin’s egg blue butterfly wings flutter to land on wild blooms A certain ease settles in I soften a moment.
My gaze wanders across the bay As the beginnings of haze encroach, in peripherals Already dampening the scene Altered the script of my dreams Rendered solid things uncertain Slashed my worth in two three more
A slight heaviness hangs Omnipotent Between days into all days I push on into the cold arms of another way Pressing it down d e e p
d o w n
d o w n Inner compass numbed Buried alive.
Then, eyes open into strobe lights At once surrounded by faces Beaming, raucous nights blurring together The booming bass cut off my breath I fall into static Hips swaying on the beat Apathy, dressed in body hugging laughter Severed.
Unwarranted -- the spell b r e a k s My eyes shine a quality of quiet pain slipped in between the hours of dusk and twilight Trapped with nowhere to go Unyielding in its pressure Permeates deep into bones.
Warm hands held mine, Pausing my own destruction I wanted to stay Even as I ripped away A welling of brooding emotion spills over, seeping into the s h r e d s.
There is a certain blueness, Unshakeable in my blood.
I lie here in torn poems, a fracture of self Crushed by weight, Spent of hope. I sleep, a fetus, in a pool of blood.
Oh blue, madness. There is weary blue, Running through my veins.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 