geryon was a monster. everything about him was red.
i was within a cosmic self-friendship,
something casual.
but the blue world
turned me into a battlefield.
i saw red-running hands
their red turning to silver
in water and the water
turning red.
the moon trailed a path
against the lake
and there was nothing left
to view through the window
nothing left
so the glass shattered.
when i thrust
a fist
against it.