have you ever tried to open a car door and get in the car at the same time because i tried to do that tonight and smacked my face into the door after work so now my eye is swollen and probably brusied so that's fun
Shades of burnt orange and saffron in clusters between the clouds, the coolness of the atmosphere brought ease to my swollen eyes the bitterness on my tongue washed away as if caramel was poured into the sky, sweetness inhabited my lungs and I uttered...
A swollen sun descends upon us. small children at play with painted faces. time is not an endless tick, one and then another (the plague nearest our dwelling) but a single broad and present moment stretching out and on forever. sometimes i feel my heart will burst scattered about, then gathered up in a world of rag and bone. seeds for the great harvest are but a payment for a karmic debt - a purple heart sacrifice of my broken hand - a slice from stem to stern. my eyes they sink into my head. the world is a deep grey beneath the deep stars. the constant chatter in the skull - a fallen angel named Moroni. my sunken eyes watch me lift the bad hand the heathen of my good intentions - the purple heart of a bad apostle the shackles of my station the facing of certain destruction within the grim Hallway of Anubis. a single moment stretching on forever and a balancing of the heart. a swollen sun descends upon the third circle of Hell - a place where I no longer live.
I'll scrawl pages of your name because every way the letters turn make my eyes burn The night you told me i was your favorite slur My name has turned into something i never want my children to learn Sweet salt drips from your lips You speak in compliments and quotes A personality made from mistakes I keep giving and you always take But never more than you need
The colour of My throbbing And swollen heart no longer resembles The colour of Your dusty red lips Now It matches the Colour of my large dilated pupils And the colour of your capriciously moving flickering obsidian eyelashes