cholerangel

he has thoughts of
himself
screaming,
being torn apart by wild dogs

when she smiles

his lungs deflating for wind instruments
for something frantic
something red
between his earth
and her sky

gauge the great "self"
from the depths of someone else's eyes

exhales the iris
so blue
so green, so brown, so hazel, so

whatever

let it crawl
underneath his skin

let it separate
the flesh from his bones

and let it hurt
so incredibly
bad

that he will never
mistake it for
beauty

again