Euphoria

Colourless stars release their 
Loud, hyperactive blood
Dripping onto the fresh paper
From the corners of my irises.
Paper tigers scream my name
As they fold in on themselves.
Their bodies couldn’t stand
The tart touch of lemons.
Bright violet lights fly across
The ever-shifting planes of my desk
As pessimism and paper stars
Merge into vanilla sweaters.

Behind my eyelids, glowing waters
Sing my body up, touching
The cyan sky. It feels like water.
My eyelashes, damp with galaxies,
Flash as my eyes, filled with 
Cosmic rapture, focus.
And then fall.

Author's Note

A work I might be entering in a poetry contest, though I like it so much I might just not enter it because it will be lost in a bunch of entries if it doesn't win or place.

Reviews

[Demii]

This is beautiful in a way the wording you used is sweet. :

[robin vega]

Thank you so much! :)