Behind Bruised Eyes

Troo fax

A swelling sea of purple hues
cannot hide the crackling
of summer lightning in your eyes:
veins of yellow-green
that soak the darkness
in rays of divinity

to break through the black and blue
and surrender silent pain
for hope,

spoken from broken lips.

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

Wonderful piece... you have a way with vivid imagery.

[Shamrock]

You sound in great pain. you have much to offer. hang in there