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I woke up with blue in my eyes.

Not a tear but a mirror in an ocean rag

Blurry violettes in a mother's past.

Bloody sunset in a daughter’s mind.

Dreaded whisper a forbidden chant

With my fingers - numb,

these wings feel like a crushed bird.

But the fog that's here

does not mean

that my mind’s not clear

My eyes, still a glass –

but for you a mirror

with a broken shard.

And the tear

is still a tear

is still a tear,

thought a scarlet one.

So I slumber with red in my eyes.