January Eyes
The fire’s burning inside my eyes
their dilated pupils are much too full;
Sage has now been stained crimson;
Capricorn cold is colored crimson,
beware of the hollow of these eyes;
I become ice when my cup is full;
A lid won’t fit I am already full,
erratic heartbeat’s gone crimson;
In overflow in these January eyes;
I’m a woman with eyes full of crimson.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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