She whispered in my dreams
“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these
invisible shackles from an
unhabbited being. Have I
been walking with these
my whole life? The lens
she gripped with her cream
palms brewed color streams
together like Skittles.
I need to taste that rainbow.
Been too naive for rudimentary
it’s elementary my dear Watson,
Live.
Saint's Muse 