When you came over you said you liked the colors on the wall
I’m both happy and sad that you’ll never know they were for you
They bled from my fingertips that day through every minute of pressing and squinting and biting and flowing
The yellows, my breath still clinging to the words I never said
The reds, my blood still boiling
Blue, the tears I wanted to cry but my eyes were too tired to produce
The purple, the bruises I refused, ripped off my heart, my lungs from all the screaming inside
That day I breathed
That day I cried
That day I calmed
That day I healed
And that’s why those colors hang on my wall today on display ready for you to walk in and give them praise
They’re the very injury that we brought about in so many ways
And you say
they’re beautiful.
And what you say is true.