Iris

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

My eyes are not a sunrise
they are flickering candle light
the warmth between misery
and catastrophe

Inbetween
the grey of the matter
the meat fleshed from being
there is no me

just what this eye
can do for you

bastardized
jeopardized
lost in a sigh
of cloud nine
because I
am only here
for the likes of you
and the dripping jaws
you use to mend people
like me