Iris 2
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Consonants
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you effortlessly between your eyes and every vowel punches you remorselessly in the face. But the consonants... They can just tear straight through your flesh...
Metal B&W
Hazel
I remember those eyes... Those eyes are an olive green as dense and soft as moss. Their earthy hue melding into shades of warm coppers and rich browns. Gleaming as they watch inquisitively, studded by delicate golden flecks.
Goodbyes
The unwanted goodbyes leave only emptiness. They leave plans half-full, memories half-empty, and force us into a bitter, half-assed form of acceptance. They leave us feeling numb and stagnant in our sorrow... As we realize what could have existed, but never will.
Cloth
Inevitable
The feelings are inevitable coming quickly and without cause, destroying my self-worth while focusing on my flaws. The emptiness remains as they sabotage and consume, disintegrating my happiness so my despair can be exhumed.
Glasses
Those rose-colored glasses had changed to blue, So previous perceptions no longer came through. Each pink-tinted lens had been graciously replaced, Providing me the clarity that revealed my mistakes.
Blinds
Collided
We didn't touch, we collided, with an impact violent and fierce. Without hesitation, our bodies melded and merged into one. Leaving us both unable to separate and unwilling to try.
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