I stand in a / blue room / holding / blue coffee / with a blue / heart / that creates / spaces / of blue / between us / which I cry / into / when you are not / watching / you’re seldom / watching / you / I / are sucked into this / blue mood / in a / blue season / that brings / blueness which / sobs / into the air / we breathe / the air / I share with / you / temporarily / the lack of / permanence / kills me / it wafts like / fumes / odorless and / clear / vents like / gas / from oven / burners / death / seeps like / mornings / that bring / frigid / drafts / oozes clouds and their / rainbows / floods on / carpets / floors / aqua / I’ve broken all that / reminds me of / you / in a blue / love / blue / state / in melancholy / desperation / depression / until collapsing / breathing / hate / hatred / on a white / mattress / stretched on pearl / springs / serrated / that draw / blood / bleeding / devoid of / sex / life / I tossed in blue / fits / enclosed in blue / thought / dismal / I listened to / blue ticks and / blue / tocks / incessant / never-ending / blue days to / blue / nights / I went / mad / counting / blue suns and / blue moons / I was / tragic / in tragedy / devastated / despondent / the blue and its / ness / overwhelmed / overcame / I surfaced and I / drowned / it held me / suffocated / me / until I came / undone / until I went / undid / because I had already / undone / all of me / into / blue / you

 

 

 

Emma Grey Rose is a writer based in San Diego, CA.  Her work has appeared in deLuge Literary and Arts Journal, Pinky Thinker Press, and the San Diego Poetry Annual.