I wake to find my days are night and nothing I believed before is true. My eyes… blinded by painful light, smashing our lovers spell. You can choke on your lies… your sweet goodbyes and “I’ll be with you soon.” There never was a you and I, under a liar’s moon.
Blue. You and I in a room at night. Lit by the moon, a pale blue light flooded the quiet space. Blue. Your face… smooth, translucent skin. No hint of the din from the street below. So blue… your hair… the dark blue water beneath a wave. Wet cars slid across your chest, transposed, in shades of indigo blue. And the world went blue and swept us up in a crush of blinding, hyperlink blue.