cerulean still hesitates and... (nanogliimo)

memories are centipedes
with a hundred feet
walking along
gyri and sulci;

with a century
of moments
that seem 
to leave
ice blue stains
where their
souls once stood.

social media skies
and blue lights,
i am still tentative
behind the screen.

the grey
is the silent alarm
of the army
infiltrating my skull
and everything
floods slowly.
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i'm okay
with you walking
all over me
as long as i
can touch you.

memories are centipedes
and i want your
one hundred steps.