Bars of grey-blue iris
eyeris, -locking-shut- grey steel, ringing (fuck:it.
pail in the corner dripping salt,
bed in (the background in) the
distance beyond tired redrims.

drunken mistake beyond bloody 'lips:
bloody' mary with blood-lust
and her shitcracked (mirror held with one) blood-red
fingertip, :palmed with wizardry-and-ripping surface.
locked inside

so behind the -irises, so within that
silver, -tired (grey. drizzling sky)
miserable clouds having one last
siamese fuck.
sulk.

(A/N: I myself am mildly disturbed. This isn't really my style at all.)