Sky. Ocean. Blue. Cobalt. Black.

I’ve traced my breath
down to my spine

My fingertips to
the delicate they deserve

Strokes and shades
from calm to storm

In curves and ripples
Freckles and folds
Knives and brushes

A little bit of light
Dawn – day – dusk in reverse
I’ve drawn lines and stories backwards

Acid and alcohol

Look, it’s dark already
and the night isn’t starry