I shut my eyes to see the universe
In Technicolor,
Only to desaturate it all with open lids –
Blinking is such a tease.

My head turns,
My face trailing behind,
As time ticks slowly past my still silhouette,
Which blends into the dripping, grey sky
As another shade of charcoal –
Blurry and smudged around the edges
Until I am limitless.  

My skull refracts a rainbow,
Tipped topside down
By my pale, dark eyes
All anyone else sees are the shadows
Leftover by heavy wind.  
I don’t live where I should.  

My hyacinth heart grows in bone dust,
Having my skin shift between violet and blue,
A mottled peach –
How silly everyone is
With their dull minds
Forcing their bright eyes
To see in only lines.  

I don’t mind being lost
In fields of sprouting susurrations –
An eyelash falling,
A star dying,
An egg hatching, multiplying,
A spider crawling in an open mouth –
I belong somewhere,
Even if it’s never heard.

I tried inviting someone once,
To borrow my sight.  
They threw up
And told me I was blind.