Mar 20

Blue
Bright
Fading
This is how I like
my bruised skin
humming
And how I like my sin
buzzing

Pretty lights
are
zing-zing-zingzinging
across heavy flesh
ripe and warm
and wet
with the waters of
heaven

Sometimes I wonder if hell
is just a
fever dreamt
spell
from the disorderly mind
of someone with issues
like mine