She wasn't blue anymore
And then the bullets
Rained down
Black and silver and
bright blood red
and her eyes opened and
the blue was soaked in
a sheet of fog
And when they closed her eyes and
wiped the red and
opened then again for the world to see her
all decorated in her blue silk
and her hair tied in the braided knots
and her eyelids painted blue
with her lips pink and her lashes black
Her eyes weren't blue anymore-
they were like his heart
Fog and Gray and Empty
and there
and gone
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