There’s a purple inside of me
A shade of mauve;
But bruised all the same.
I’ve buried her deep inside my ribs,
But she takes up too much space -
Flooding all the
In-betweens that hold me in place.
I want to rip her out,
To feel more than her frost within my bones.
What if I open my chest
Not just her,
But all of me is dyed.