Rainbow Child

May 19, 2010
she’s a rainbow child
bruises decorate her like
war paint
cranberry streaks across the cheeks
pillow feathers tucked in her hair
drunk on life and delirious
stumbling on lines and reciting the
alphabet backwards
retching up emptiness
and smiling blandly
she’s a rainbow child
bruises decorate her like
war paint.





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