Nail splitting pain
The color tide crosses over iris
Petrified I stand trying to watch all walls and failing
Guarded. They stand watch over me whispering edging closer
Flapping wings they peck peck peck at me like crows on rotted flesh-
My fists bang bang bang interrupted offenses against the force-
Crumpled in, knees tucked, fingers dancing over red yarn that hangs:
It keeps coming out like scarves from a magicians robe,
My blood is choked blue weeping down my forehead.
Eyelid,
Cheek,
Chin.
It creates a puddle of indigo paint I smear on these prison walls.
Pulling myself back, I admire these beauties.
These statements I have made no eye who seeks color can overlook,
and While the trial repeats, repeats, repeats, with the never changing verdict,
The unfaltering faith in the almighty judgement: unfallible,
Seeps traces of sunlight through the cracks for comfort,
Sends songful winds to sing loud outside the walls,
Will seek me when my time comes to innocently fly free.
"Not guilty."
