Something blue

I make new hues from my blue

Grey seeping through sleeping skin

Wide eyed with the anxiety hard wired into

The brain that holds the home of a body

I can’t find a home in

Sickening stomach twisting

Sun through curtains you drape over my

Finger tips

Reaching out to grasp the colors I turn into

The pallet of my taste in people who will love me

It’s always the people who don’t that I

Turn into my home.