are sharp spikes
velvet stiletto shoes
walking towers of jagged blues
digging up holes with my sole

My edges
are rotating arrows
like a weathervane
my pain spinning in the wind
under a cornflower sky
but not getting off
sitting like a ****
not able to fly

My edges
are four pointed corners
of a square
so, I don't roll like a stone
I pose in the air

My edges
are colored fringe
decorating the outside
as I unhinge