your pupils
leech the color from your eye,
taking over the azure
of your retinas like a black hole.
the contrast of the sapphire
to your cadaverously pale flesh
is overwhelming,
but reminds me of the waves
of the ocean lapping
against the sands.
you make nature look man made.
YOU ARE READING
•metamorphism of me• [finished]
Poetryjust a collection of shitty writings from ya girl