Clear
My favorite color is clear
I always admired plastic wrap
Even when you put it over black, you still know it’s black because you can see through
For so long I wanted you to see through me and every time I told you I was okay, you saw around me
I never liked the smell of your favorite perfume
It reminded me of every Saturday night you came home with a different man
And they told you how much the loved your scent
Every Sunday morning you sprayed it on like God didn’t know what it smelt like
You asked me how you looked, like saving your soul was a Fashion Show
I couldn’t apologize enough for feeling ungrateful for being here
It wasn’t my fault you had to lay there lifeless while they lusted over your body
Each night reminding you of the night I was conceived
And tell your sister, whenever she’s not penetrating her skin with needles,
That I want my body right next to her daughters
So we can play hide and go seek in the graveyard and sing each other to sleep at dark
Like we used to do when both you and your sister were pasted out in your high place
Isabella, we killed her, and now I’m going to join her. They were her last words, make mine too,
“Don’t wake me, I’m finally sleeping in my sanity”