Jul 26, 2007 12:48
Turquoise like a bottle of windex waiting to redeem the walls
Turquoise like the sky flushed clean by heavy weather.
Turquoise like a purple bruise fading into yellow,
the tie-dye of old blood.
Turquoise like some blue eyes go when they flare up.
Others go silver, depending on what the red brings out.
Turquoise like bravery, sorrow, and apathy;
like seawater in the sinuses,
like something semi-precious.