My Blue Skin
- Jul 25, 2017
- 1 min read

Blue, the color of my eyes,
as they stare upon the last leaf
barely clinging to the branches
in the middle of summer.
Blue, the color of my hand,
as it touches the walls
of the place I used to call home,
the place which now holds only whispers
of the past.
Blue, the color of my hair
blowing wildly
even though the wind has left.
Blue, the color of my feet
walking upon the cracks of earth
leaving no footprints
as I feel the cold sand against my toes.
My blue skin,
enveloping me,
trapping me
in my blue, blue world.







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