Hear no evil
I think it’s pretty easy to See
This dark ring of clouds encircle me,
Forbidding tumours of the sky, swell in pockets of skin,
This red sky rising,
This dark ring falling.
My heart is worn openly,
of my thought.
I hide no shame, nor give it a name
I give my wound some air to wrap around it’s lungs.
Your red flag is a fissure in my thought.
My pitiful broken heart.