Almost Colored

I tell myself everyday
that the very speck we live in
is losing its vivacity
due to people’s vigor being destroyed
in the hands of heartbreak warfare.
Disaster divides us. It ruins our luster.
We survive beneath, the perilous thunder.

I wish salt and pepper shades wouldn’t rain down upon me anymore.

I look toward the left—

A girl, my age, engages with the darkness
because she believes the charcoal will blacken her
already button eyes.

She reaches out,
grabs a dust bunny’s paw,
and begins playing with its
nothingness.

Strange auras
sheathe her wicked desires.
Oddly, I can still see
treachery brewing
visibly within
a carcass stripped of incandescence.

I face near the right—

I wish salt and pepper shades wouldn’t rain down upon me anymore.

A boy, my height, excites the sunshine
since he has devoted his body and soul to
be enveloped in glee.

He absorbs primrose rays,
plucks sunflower petals,
and ends his ritual
during noon.

Warm ambiance,
shelters him whole.
His complexion radiates
a coppery marigold.
However, the boy doesn’t confide
with the girl residing on the left.
He claims she’s anemic.

I still tell myself everyday
that the very speck we live in
is losing its vivacity
due to people’s vigor being destroyed
in the hands of heartbreak warfare.

Yet, I also wake up everyday
in the very speck we live in
and hope for a better understanding
of the meaning of life and bring my
dreams, fetishes, and ideals with me,
challenging others with my spectrum
so that people can get a taste of what real dye is like and spread the love.

I wish salt and pepper shades wouldn’t rain down upon me anymore.

Using my colored pencils,
I draw the speckled universe
illuminated in all its glory.

But I can’t sketch the sun
in our solar system,
because my yellow pencil is somehow missing…

It’s the last speck;
the brightest speck….

Then someone’s hand places a yellow pencil in mine.

It’s the boy from my right,
grinning boldly at me
For siding with the light.

So for now, I’ll let summer and spring
paint my almost colored tears
a brand new season.

Because I’ve learned to embrace faith and love
—Not treason.

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