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
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
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
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