All this
Burgundy
In the bathroom sink.
I had no idea,
No realization
Of the color
Inside me.
I imagined that
I was made of
Gray sludge and
Murky water.
But this vibrance,
This liquid brick
Is beautiful.
The cold porcelain
Is covered in my
Colorful innards.
I will paint the house
With my beauty.
My ever-flowing fluid
Won't stain
It'll color.