I like the colour purple,
as it blooms across my skin,
The delicate spread of lavender,
dappled with yellow and green.
I like the smell of iron,
of copper pennies and blood
As it oozes form a scab
or drips from a fresh cut.
I like the feel of my ribs,
the bones beneath my skin,
The curve of my skull under my cheek,
Or the joints of every knuckle.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
I like the colour purple,
as it blooms across my skin,
The delicate spread of lavender,
dappled with yellow and green.
I like the smell of iron,
of copper pennies and blood
As it oozes form a scab
or drips from a fresh cut.
I like the feel of my ribs,
the bones beneath my skin,
The curve of my skull under my cheek,
Or the joints of every knuckle.
