Weeping indigo

seeps across your skin

in needle-pricked ink. His anger

spills over the page;

he cannot hear your voice.

You try watercolour comfort.

I find blue in your words,

your bruised tongue lying peacefully.

Forget-me-not kiss

bleeding indigo into me.

You’ve stained your lips

on his open red heart.

Your fingernails scratch.

I want you to love me.

I want you to love me.

Your fingernails scratch

on his open red heart.

You’ve stained your lips

bleeding indigo into me,

“Forget me not.” Kiss

your bruised tongue, lying. Peacefully.

I find blue in your words –

you try watercolour comfort;

he cannot hear. Your voice

spills over the page

in needle-pricked ink. His anger

seeps across your skin,

Weeping indigo.

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