I was sitting drowning on a pencil colors of all sorts of red and yellow and green my water drew dim as the blue began to mellow I wasn’t wearing any gloves but I was naked and socks it was a small little puddle with lipstick smeared to purple my mascara drew thin as there came a glistening mellow below my cheeks made of the bluest droplets hitting the water bellow she started to cry as she realized, the epic part about this poem is that it was okay to cry in a puddle

© Clarissa C. van Vreden