i want to unravel my skin
and admire the iridescent spectrum coursing underneath
sapphire oceans crash in my eyes
emerald feathers dance in my fingertips
carmine roses bloom in my veins
amber scars gape in my soul
unyeilding blackness twists in my mind
i want to crack open my bones
and see if color escapes from them too
they always called me an artist
because i painted with my words
and people would stand back and admire
as works of art would unfold out of my mouth
and into their minds
i want to shatter my skeleton
and let every abandoned sentence pour out from somewhere deep inside
to prove i don't bleed red
i want to pirouette through the sky
this time
i am the masterpiece
and the sidewalk below is my canvas
YOU ARE READING
embrace the tornado
PoetryThese are not happy stories, they are not sad stories. They are insignificant raindrops pattering against my brain that barely encapsulate the thunderstorm. I find my existence bathed in shades of gray that mirror the thunderheads in my eyes. I am a...