Colorblind

 no little cuts to make us feel. no torn scabs to let us taste the blood. 

all the colors mixed..

leaving just the grey. 

we were earnest. and the world quickly spent us. 

over the bridges and down the hills. travelling too fast on our way to nowhere. 

all the simple lies became complicated.

leaving just the grey. 

orphans in borrowed skins. trying on strangers' faces. 

no veins left to open. no bones left to break. 

just the places we'd been. rotting in our memory. 

leaving just the grey.