Colors Behind Bone

A Poem by CrimsonHints

I am a thousand rear-facing colors built from prisms planted in hearts. My footsteps carry the magnitude within my veins; screams in violet waiting beneath my skin. I am a nuclear network of mirrored dreams.

I am power, plentiful in azure delusions. Could I cast out my carried colors? Who alive with turquoise in their eyes would resort to gray? Slice away the skin from my skull and you'll find the colors behind the bone.

This is who I am.