I haven't bathed in days
My fear of the pretty pinks you painted is unbearable
I know you smell it
Your gaze follows the bitter stench
that lingers
I refuse to step into the shower
The white walls might see the colors I hide
You never cared for the vibrant greens of the outside
Black suits me well
I laughed when you called me Tinkerbell because my wings are way too crooked to fly but
Its hard for me to forget the fist that turned my lips violet
The same lips I sewed shut when you said I was going to hell
That my rainbow would burn if I didn't learn fast enough
So I scrubbed myself until I bled maroon
Until my skin blistered and orange seeped through the cracks
I drowned in holy water and dressed In gay
I mean grey
And there I go, letting the grip on my tongue slip
Then forcing myself to stiffen up straight
But my fingers twist and I piss an abomination of filthy shades that I dared to claim
Now I bask in beautiful rainbows
And you number the days that I refuse to bathe
-elh.
