A FAULT LINE

I built a space out of everything I knew.
Poured out everything that was said.
I watched the lines carve themselves out of red and blue.
Swam through the labyrinth.
I traced my fingers along the impression.
Coils of cobalt settled along the edges of my fingers.
I unravelled the rift in the ceiling.
Violet spilt from the seams.
I was sure I spoke the language inside dreams.
The fissure turned on its side,
Cracking and curling ash, as a ghost inside.
I closed my eyes, let it drift.
The colors fell back into the rift.

*3/2026 // this failure is built deep into my design*

3/2026 // *cause you were gold but I'm colorblind*

Song: Colorblind by Movements