You colored me in soft blues and greens,
Hard purples and reds.
Little black specks, to accentuate my most precious places.
You blurred the colors together. . .
so it is hard for me to see...
who it is,
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.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I, The Coloring Book
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