Blue.

Instantaneous chills fade into my delicate milk
Skin so thin, blue veins protrude and are like venom.
I sleep cold,
Hands folded over breast, chest, ears
Listen.

Yet visions come, vividly adhering, latching
To my subconscious,
Like tiny alien eggs that hatch
And sprawl and skitter and shake,
Shake the atrium's of thought.

Inside, always in my eyelids
When they cover soft sacks of fluid for comfort,
Until they swell and burst,
Until endless unreality is nothing but a tick
Tick away.