turns out im colorblind

comma between, comma before

my resting lips, chapped and scarred

the second's hesitation, the cracked but that comes near

the unlearned lesson, that disappointment you fear

 

the moment's gaze, caught on chapped silence

muddied and brazen, anticipations physical form

a millisecond break, dreading the broken violence

and palm's glistening, that gaze almost draining

 

i killed myself, in that moment of silence

a flagpole piking, of all the greens, reds, and yellows

split down my own maroon pole, my flag's splatching

chapped skin, trailing the line's hold

 

i killed myself, in that year long silence

the millisecond of reflection, before my buts inciting

the reminder of my purpled skin, why i was dying

i killed myself, but-- i didn't really care for dying