Eyes like the most overused cliches:

 Blue,

 Like a scuba dive gone horribly wrong.

 Eyelids to life jacket,

 Keeping me afloat with every

Blink,

Every

Glance,

 Every third grade staring contest.

 The skin that crawls over his bones as a keeper of all things secret?

 That skin, that very skin, might save the unsalvageable:

 Me

 The fallen angel carrying the burden of a thousand broken butterfly wings.

 The monarchs traded them in for a crooked smile and a bottle of wine

 So red

That only aphrodite herself could weep.

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