A Pome a Day for a Year

Blue waverly hazes cocoon and contain
the swirly multitude of dagger points,
bristled and sharp
teeth rows of white statements
aligned around your circles.

Your vision grows softer
as your hearing grows brighter,
feelings pinprick arms held high
and legs pull outwards,
stretched to opposite goals.

When your face swivels with neck
and those features meld
becoming a smudge of ink,
Rorschach be proud,
what leers appears screaming.