It hurt when he recoiled
with a battered nose,
blood smeared over his cheek.
His image blurs even
when I wipe away my tears and
all the colors merge into
awful drooling mixtures,
warm and cool but searing
Aspiring novelist and amateur poet and op-ed writer on gay/queer/GSM topics. CA —> MN —> ? Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.