My insides are purple on most days
Laced with violet flowers or galaxies
It's the colour I feel when I lay in bed at night
When I look out my bathroom window and see the fire escape covered in rain
When I lay in my bed, feeling something, anything.
Purple is the in between. The neutral.
Exsistance is veiled in purple.
A presence so common I forget.
Comforting. Home.
When I open my mouth purple flowers fall out of my lungs
Words spewing as fractals across light
When I open my eyes, stars fall out
Cushioned in purple nothingness
Seeking. Shooting across time space.
My insides are wrapped.
Bound and protected by silk ribbons.
Filling the corners of me I cannot reach.
Making me purple.
YOU ARE READING
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