though I be the color of winter
I don’t want the palette of my life to be snow
bestow a rainfall of cherry blossoms to tumble down upon me
turmeric sunshine to stain my soul
crimson cheeked lovers to weave their experiences into my world
to see beyond the mosses and magnolias and open up to malachite
while eggshell is perfect for walls with pristine frames that hold edited versions of what a life should look like
I desires a technicolor quilt of friendships outside of what I already know
blue that’s spilled into yellow creating something altogether different
this canvas will be a Pollock
a life beyond the ice
a rainbow
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Erin Richards
My heart is in Alaska, my body is in LA. I write little snippets that I've never shared. Can't be scared of it forever so here we go.
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