there is nothing wrong here, she says
Silence
there is nothing wrong here, she insists
she eats a rainbow for breakfast
watches it color her skin
and bleed from her veins
until she vomits redblueyellowgreenorange.
the smell of colors
painted in drips and drops
and stomach aches.
sharpness defines her
into corners and angles
pin pricks reminding, re minding
of promises, of work, of learning
[to hide, to shiver, to blue.
scared]
there is nothing wrong here.
there is an almost magnetic
pull. from the tip of her tongue
to the left thumb, Wrist,
belly, stomach.
closing her eyes, except for words
there is only one color, not
one that washes out.
there is nothing wrong here.
Silence.
There is nothing wrong here
and yet
tongue to thumb, Wrist.
belly, stomach
rainbows and skin and words and colors bleeding.
don't give over so easily
looking for lighthouses and acceptance
from words spilled too easily
out of mouths that form circles of
disgust and stomach aches.
don't give over too easily.
don't. give over. easily.
imagine the colors bleeding
spreading out across skin
finger tips, beating a tattoo of
here here here and nothere
colors, into art, into beating tattoos
into art on skin, instead of
rainbows promising nothing
there is nothing wrong here, she says
Silence
there is nothing wrong here, she insists
