The blue lips of the sky

Sky above, sky under
blue dagger splints my eyes
blue silence, blue cry for help
blue delirium in thousands of icy blue splinters of ice
Cold air floating my madness
Darkness is patching my eyes for a moment
Am I blind, am I saved by this on going blue torment?
No..I hear sinister laughs echoing the vastness of the blue space
More blue is served to the sinner…
Sky above, sky under

I threw away my eyes only to see red as the pain splits my brain
laughs in the cave…
A new pair of eyes pops in my head only to be crushed by the blue lips of the sky
all over again

6 thoughts on “The blue lips of the sky

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    “Dark”,”blind”,”sinister”..the reader finds himself in that strangely reassuringly territory of Iulia’s perverse poetic allegorical imagination.Imagine Bram Stoker or Edgar Allan Poe on crystal meth prior to taking up their pens.

  2. iulia gherghei Post author

    Thank you, lokesh roy! It is not the color that matters, its permanence, its stillness, the lack of any change that might drive one insane, therefore for him that would be the hell! I chose blue because for me it is the most beautiful color…but it can turn in hell any time…

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