I.
black & blue
as the scissor handles
on a hospital desk
outside the x-ray room
where a scared boy
waits for his best friend
to emerge safely
six sickly pink
as the sutures
outlining her kneecap
and the pale
as anesthesia
filling up her irises
II.
black & blue
as the waterfall
of markings
cascading down
sheer breastbone
to pool in my bellybutton
brown
as the split blue moon
on ice, and darker as
the curls still unable
to rival the vehemence
of your stare
III.
black & blue
as the smeared ink
of broken contracts
bound to my skin
in sheets
achromatic
as the morning after
and the murmured reminder
to forget all about it
seeping from your pores,
as tainted honey
from bees beaten
blue & black
into blindness
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
I.
black & blue
as the scissor handles
on a hospital desk
outside the x-ray room
where a scared boy
waits for his best friend
to emerge safely
six sickly pink
as the sutures
outlining her kneecap
and the pale
as anesthesia
filling up her irises
II.
black & blue
as the waterfall
of markings
cascading down
sheer breastbone
to pool in my bellybutton
brown
as the split blue moon
on ice, and darker as
the curls still unable
to rival the vehemence
of your stare
III.
black & blue
as the smeared ink
of broken contracts
bound to my skin
in sheets
achromatic
as the morning after
and the murmured reminder
to forget all about it
seeping from your pores,
as tainted honey
from bees beaten
blue & black
into blindness
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