• I thought my blood was turning silver
    but the other day I cut my finger
    and it was just as red as always.

    They say that the closer to your heart
    the blood is, the darker it gets.
    Its almost black, down there
    where your soul sleeps and stirs—
    when it erupts into the air, the darkness
    is blinded and turns the color of fire.

    Sometimes I wonder if
    our creator sewed symbols and irony
    into our bodies
    with a half sarcastic smile—

    or was it us, looking at our own shallow skin
    and the strange dark insides
    who first laughed
    and realized beautiful
    is almost always an oxymoron?