A Diary

she

She stepped outside her purple skin

picking it up from the floor,
she stared at a portrait of herself -
bruises and scars and shades of red
pieces of paintings she had never displayed

but tonight, she would wear it as a cape

and on her trip to the moon,
she would wait for the morning to come
only so she could burn her flesh

she held her breath and felt something twist

because after all the darkness that she has come to know,

she now faced the risen sun in its heightened glory

and no one ever understands how broken souls could shatter even the most beautiful light of day