Thrashing Personality

April 6, 2008
By Faith Brown, Mount Shasta, CA

My insides are sore
So sore from the truth of my being
Beating my innards raw
Trying relentlessly to break free
To be released from this cage
And saturate my skin with its color
Deep wine reds and golds
Streaks of hue tracing every outline and curve
Until this moment comes
I shall remain iridescent to the world
Almost transparent, with a sheen of what will come

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