Flash

By Taylor Sweet


Now

whenever I hear someone,

anyone, say

 

Bite the bullet

 

All I see

are flashes

of crystal blue.

 

Four years later

and your damn eyes

are still all I

can see.

 

All

because you took a metaphor

too seriously.

 

*

 

Today

I splattered paint over my

white walls

 

Sort of like you did

 

And there is a little

bit of beauty

in the deep, rich, red.

 

Four walls no longer

pristine; funny

just how alike

we really are.

 

Eternity

bonds us but you’re still so

far away.

 

*

 

Gunshots

never used to make me

cringe.

 

I flinch and

shut my eyes but all I

can see

 

are your bright eyes

and blood-spatters

juxtaposed.

 

It'd be a lie

to say that I didn't understand.