Limed and caked on fluted brow,
psoriasis of flaking trust
a failing crust
of raw,
mistrust.
I close the door
and take my step,
I stare through the horizon.
The blood soaked bandages
of twilight
wrap the cobalt sky.
a flaw in my rose tinted lens
or a lash in my minds eye?
Swimming in a liquid sky,
I dissolve without a sound,
words lost in the rainfall
come crashing to the ground.
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