Shades

You're the coldest red I've ever met.
You fizzle, like a pot unwatched.

Will that anger and pain you keep scab over,
desensitize,
or bleed freshly?

I can't pretend like some of this
isn't my fault,
but like I said,
you are the coldest shade of red
I've met.

11:39 pm

I must say,
I rather like the way
my left hand looks as I type.

Veins like subterranean rivers
beneath the skin. They're almost overflowing
in my left hand.