feathered blues and colored hues

Heart-
a safe keep box hidden beneath the surface
a buried treasure
a carrier of red rubies that flow through the skin
baring us with the greatest gift

Scars-
Windows into the past, time machines
photographs that have been branded into the skin
forever there as a reminder

Eyes-
Stained glass windows into our souls
the only voice that speaks truth through liquid salt

Mouth-
an opening, an entrance to the core
like the eye of the storm
raining out spews of deceit and fairy tales
a storm that can swallow you whole with every word

Bones-
the only thing holding us together at all times
a cage
locking in every truth we twist and every lie we grew into mountains
holding onto our valuables.

Spine-
A ladder, a column that helps us stand straight
something everyone was born with
but doesn't seem to have one or use it
a hopeless wreck that any of us have yet to discover

You and I -
art, a masterpiece life created before us
a single moment in history and time
but the world through our very eyes
we're magicians, soldiers of love, actors, and liars
we are all just another thing to lose

Bruises-
Flowers that form beneath my skin
the ugly aftermath of a natural beauty
molded yellows, heathery grays, deep purples