Colors

Por Zaiza Souza Vaccarezza Miranda

the blue of your eyes

the skies

of your lies

the blue of a broken heart

mended back with spit and tears

the blue of the gown I wore

when life was too heavy to carry

because of you

the red of your eyes

when you screamed at me

of my skin when you touched me

of your hand after the fact

the red of the blood you spilled

so warm and thick

I still feel it

running through my fingers

when I’m alone

the black of your eyes

of my bruises when you visited

of my soul when you were near

of the cars that came for you

and of the place you stayed

finally away from me