Getting Blue

My fingertips
are getting blue.
Is it cold or
lack of air
or maybe lack of you?

It drives me to become
different colors?

How much of me
is missing because
I can’t breathe you in?
What of me
lacks enough to become
red and warm again?

What drives me to become
different colors?

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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