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technicolor bruise

bags under his eyes
shades of green and purple
shadows of grey and blue
toned to an orphic bruise

blood shimmered and sparkled
from a cut on his
lip- he took a moment
to brush a thumb across,
his tongue a sweeping motion

he had it perfected
the art of staying alive
balanced in the palm of
his hand as he tightened
his fist- a technicolor bruise

yellow speckled
across knuckles
a distant color against red
the metallic taste ringing and
suffocating air- vacant bodies aching
and breaking for a fix

i think you misunderstood
to him breaking was his
fix- to break was to
heal, green a flashing color
gold flecks as he leans

he'll catch you off balance
with the beat of a
heart, you'll never know what
hit you, but you're mistaken
if you think you'll forget

july 6th. 12:53 am