swallowing crayons instead of pills
exhailing colors instead of smoke
fill in the sky with the crayons in your lungs made of wax.
you cry rainbows instead of their hateful words
veins bleed grey skies to life
nails now paint themselves.
heart strikes golden lightening as he strokes your glowing skin.
breathe purple clouds and bleed sunsets
all because you swallowed some crayons
that birthed your lungs made of wax.
