Black and Blue

Through cold yesterdays and torturous memories
painted blue in the scenes of silence and sadness
red around the edges when we forgot ourselves
patterned black and white from that one note,
the resonance beating hard against my chest
in a sporadic display of fire;
melting and blurring and running
until blue and yellow and orange
burn into the churning of my stomach
A display of black and blue
laid into my cheek
and drifting across my pale irises.