Synethesia
My eyes are closed, close to sleeping.
Behind my lids the colours dance,
Light and beautiful.
I see;
Scarves blown in the wind,
Washing on the line,
Dresses in the water.
I see;
Her.
The colours of her.
Blue eyes, virginal white skin, rosebud cheeks,
Her indescribable hair.
And blood,
So much blood.
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