Cold Colours
Sydney Young

A dance
a flow state
we bow
lock eyes
we freeze.
Stuck within your soul
the gaze
I’m trapped within.
I want to share my heart with you,
but all that my mouth allows is shut,
but my eyes will share.
Looks deepened.
maybe you’ll be able to read my song
I push–
I prod–
but you can’t read my language.
Too many walls
the water rushes through
gushing from my heart.

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My eyes are drenched
I wipe away the blood.
Red–
then blue–
all I see is blue.