Black button eyes. Blue rock and roll.
This life is like the seedy back streets of some random city, bathed in an orange glow from
the sad street lights. Rain drops performed choreographed motions in glorified abundance on the foot paths.
There are a pair of yellow stilettoes sitting in an alley, poised for flight. A funeral hearse composed of melancholia
waits at the front steps of a house and somewhere in the city, a clock stops ticking eternity. This silence that
resonates so deep it touches you raw, in it is coded a thousand words, this silence is speaking to you. Should you choose to listen.. before the last leaf falls from the autumn-struck trees, before the first snowflake on a bare branch - come and find me.

Who turned off the stars in my sky? A pierced lip, a pierced nose, metallic glamour. How many ways will you
hurt yourself to keep from hurting? You could be a bracelet, chainlinked, loops of metal going round and round - a misplaced ferris wheel. Breathe fresh this morning time. Fragment yourself and become a prism. You are opaque. No light emanates from you, through you. Shatter and shine.

So in a field filled with brazen green, there is a well. Climb inside, wave goodbye to the sky and close the lid. Just be.

I coloured myself empty.