Red Ankles

sleeping became useless when the thought had hit my mind

the markings from your socks impressing skin into design

so with it walk away

the part i've faced

your face in parts

the lines that will not leave my head

a change like strings of lights that spark

looking down

your ankle's red

i've imagined every single detail of the strain

the sickness is what i don't know that will not go away

that will not go away

the instinct of cameras

is all for the instant

the nettles

the blueness

fallow for progress

the end of july

can't be called liar

to you i am no liar

the part i've faced

your face in parts

the lines will not leave my head

a change like strings of light that spark

looking down

your ankle's red