Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I, The Coloring Book

You colored me in soft blues and greens,
Hard purples and reds.
Little black specks, to accentuate my most pecious places.
You blurred the colors together. . .
so it is hard for me to see...
who it is,
I am,
anymore. . .
The edges of my body,
the outline for your work.
The insides forgotten
as you busied yourself coloring. . .
If only it were beautiful.
If only you had just torn out this page.

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