twinblueflames

Pink lemonade in speak, in movement arms tethered blue

Veins can be tunnels of lifeblood or fuel of the vendetta’s victim

A love language encrypted in lessons, to others a traumatic loop

Artistic iris seeking to inspire with two stapled feet to tired floorboards

“No fire holds a face,” you’ll lie and say

I rebuff, “Look twice, there are many each flame”

With each face comes another, with a companion, too,

Resulting in infinite sides of the truth to the truth

- M. Rose