wide-eyed arching words
archives of thoughts, stories
perfect tales of symphonies and
soliloquies, spilling from lips unsewn,
eyes unshut, open-close flutterlashes,
palest blue – his purple unpurple beige
unbeige words descriptions
web he weaves like a possessed spider
thoughts and feelings and addictions and
whims, lives, loves, love's, and his loves
and his lives and his wives,
lonely his entire life but
never truly alone, isolated, unsure and unsullied,
he's a broken clockwork android, a screeching
door slipping
opencloseopencloseopenclose
flutterlashes, palest
blue
eyes you ever did see.

he paints a picture of a massacre.