you pretend your colors didn’t fade
shades of red and blue; painted over your skin
with brush of fear and pain

you pretend you beam with light
cracked glass and broken windows
letting the sun in – to trap it in the dusty gloom

you pretend you live
catching threads of the everyday with obsidian talons
raising from your grave to bathe in the morning blood

sinking teeth in your own vein.

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