Dystopian fever,
burns through my arms,
spreading violently throughout ragged palms,
black skin.
I awake to the blades of sun,
chopping my posture into bits-
wild, swirly, eyes-a calm blend of amber &
chocolate riptides, waves
of all things beautiful brushing against a white shore,
a cheek.

Rolling over blue oceans, drifting into sleep,
lush black hair, 
like knives, permeating as drops of rain,
solemn and happily, it falls upon me.
Drizzling from her scalp,
and dripping into my eyes.
Tears.

At one end of a bridge-
bullet's from tea-stained red lips,
precise at present,
unknown to be crawling on my heart, 
like
a
beautiful
insect.

A lonely city, on a chill night,
gust of wind, a blueback sky-
simple elegance,
can only be matched by 
her smile.

Separated by two black cliffs,
connected by heart's bloody strings,
drip down like aspirations,
tatter everything,
shatter everything,
and the darkness
comes
again.