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Rainbow splatterings

The picture painted by the shadows of periods, in the colour of words & emotions.

Quiet, pale and sulphur soft Can’t figure what I’m quite about Like the quiet eye of my monthly storm I sit and rage in this silent songA softish pink, a somber cry Inside my quilt, I curl up, lie A torrid red, loud, angry, harsh It takes the bright, it makes it darkAnd then I find myself in green An icky mess that feels pristine I dance through all my heavy blues Highs of lows, familiar newThe brown is gentle, kind. She stays She worries some but mostly plays Hide and seek with mustard seeds’ Subtlety, tranquilityThen my favourite greys, they come They sit with me like no one does Black, dear friend, is back again, Old, very wrinkled, ugly, bentAnd then periwinkle says hello As she lifts her sleepy head once more From under sky blue’s cloudy shore Where all the magic sits aloneThat brings midnight into her blues She’s angry as she brings the news Of powder having overdosed on How alike he & baby look