render my
bones with
dark colors
and i'll draw you
a pastel
world of
sticks and stones
where you'll trip
along the sharp
edges and fallen leaves
skins will be
scraped and
pixelate flesh will show
oh, how i wish he
painted this
bruise first
because i
can't touch
the very end of this
insightful tribulation
of wistful feelings
and afflictions
