Blue Days
On some days there is more blue under the skin
Not just in the veins, but in the middle of fingers, hands, around knuckles
On those days you get a brief glimpse at some inner workings,
usually hidden
Like the engine of a car,
covered by its bonnet
Something alive,
under the surface
Something everyone needs to survive,
but no one likes to talk about,
like that extra cup of coffee
On those days when there is more blue under the skin,
or the skin seems just a little bit thin,
you get a hint of the soul inside,
looking back at you
Copyright Anna Treffer
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