Do me a favor
and color in my lines –
between my ribs,
my heaving chest,
my flushed cheeks.
Keep my mouth sharp,
my words precise and meaningful.
Add a bit of character to my
picked over hands.
Tickle my sides with
Prismacolor
or Crayola
and pinch my body pink with joy.
Color in my lines
and make me everything I want to be.
Add definition with thick black lines,
to give me structure
when I am falling apart.
Make something of this empty outline.
Bring out the beauty that I want it to hold.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Do me a favor
and color in my lines –
between my ribs,
my heaving chest,
my flushed cheeks.
Keep my mouth sharp,
my words precise and meaningful.
Add a bit of character to my
picked over hands.
Tickle my sides with
Prismacolor
or Crayola
and pinch my body pink with joy.
Color in my lines
and make me everything I want to be.
Add definition with thick black lines,
to give me structure
when I am falling apart.
Make something of this empty outline.
Bring out the beauty that I want it to hold.
