Stomping On Rainbows

 

Her heart cascades

a spectrum of colors
 
designing abstract illustrations

pirouetting around her

idiosyncratic aura...



I divide it up
toss it upon the breeze

and watch
particles flutter
like glitter.




She
articulates
infatuation..



I articulate
animosity ...




She's blubbering about
an abysmal connection...



I'm explaining arrows
that arent bent...




I'd like to stomp her rainbow
black..

steal the colors
and
rub them in her face..



I don't
 segregate..

  but she don't
assimilate.