By Alie Gittens

red
the color of my blood as it runs with excitement
of its newly found freedom
when i cut myself.

red
the color of my heart as it beats faster and faster
from the drugs i must take to feel
“better”

blue
the color my face turns as this rope gets tighter
around my neck
cutting off circulation

blue
the color of your tears
as you watch me give up
on life

yellow
the color my fingertips first turn when the blood flow
is cut off

next
is
white

green
the color my body turns as it decays

black
the color of my mind
soul
the thoughts
that run through my head
now

horror
the color you wear as you read this poem