i try to hide
the pink of my *******
but my hands are too small
as one is covered
the other is exposed
*(is there any point trying
to protect
this still purple heart of mine?)*
i take refuge in the bunker
from wandering eyes
my skin it burns
like heated orange flames
from their gaze
my soles are busted black
from running so long, so far
my shoulders are browned
from fighting the sun
*i am looking for a corner
i am looking for a hole:
dark solace*
as a child i imagined my maidenhood
to be a pretty pure pink
but now my thigh are rubbed raw
and red drips down the white canvas
i am so tired
i wonder if the little spark of yellow youth
remains hidden deep within me
*maybe if i follow the tunnel inside
i will find a reason to no longer hide*
my struggle is coming to an end
as they catch up to me
i see the little green of burnt meadows
it empties into the stagnant blue of the murky waters
instead of giving in,
i give up.
into the blue-green i fall:
deep
deep
deeper yet still;
the rainbow blooms
the sky is clear
i am gone.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
i try to hide
the pink of my *******
but my hands are too small
as one is covered
the other is exposed
*(is there any point trying
to protect
this still purple heart of mine?)*
i take refuge in the bunker
from wandering eyes
my skin it burns
like heated orange flames
from their gaze
my soles are busted black
from running so long, so far
my shoulders are browned
from fighting the sun
*i am looking for a corner
i am looking for a hole:
dark solace*
as a child i imagined my maidenhood
to be a pretty pure pink
but now my thigh are rubbed raw
and red drips down the white canvas
i am so tired
i wonder if the little spark of yellow youth
remains hidden deep within me
*maybe if i follow the tunnel inside
i will find a reason to no longer hide*
my struggle is coming to an end
as they catch up to me
i see the little green of burnt meadows
it empties into the stagnant blue of the murky waters
instead of giving in,
i give up.
into the blue-green i fall:
deep
deep
deeper yet still;
the rainbow blooms
the sky is clear
i am gone.
the colors of the rainbow never did seem so sad.
