I want to get stabbed on the color spectrum
so as my body begins to bleed
I will bleed in all different directions
to the left is red, to the right blue
up means yellow, down means green
I want to stand back and watch
where the northwest blood will go
because all of the important things
have always been in between
between the words,
between the irises,
between the petals,
and between the bones
lying on the color spectrum.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.