I saw it this way today.

A blue skin stretches over my eyes
Loose or tight?
No wrinkles

A blade appears
White, wispy, but enough
Slicing

The wound forms
With no opening
Expanding

Blood collects
White but grey with thickness
Pooling

Drops the color of everything
fall upon my face

About Eric Kovach

Spiraling out of control~~~~~~o
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