Soft winds caressing dirty hair
shining blue solids fear the silky
dropplets. Irridesent colors rise
like the pheonix into a sky of milky
purple.
Silver rims pry open , hot fluid
seeps through, fills the air with
the stench of rubber. Fingers caressed
by crimson goo.
for the minute i am fine
for the minute i look right
for the minute i'll be still
for the minute i'll look away
