I am a rainbow on fire.
My colors explode across the sky so bright and fast that eyes can barely see it. The violet bursts and drips into melted gold, molten, like my heart. I’ve always been gilded in it, shining out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to see, but only the edges are there. Red, bloody and coarsing, proof of life, is a shock to everyone, especially me.
But it turns out that I’ve been pulsing like an angry river through and through, ever since I could first dream of the pleasure that promptly is drained from us because we didn’t know any better.
I can remember where I left it, the yellow and orange, flames around your lips, around your hands, around my waist, next to the van they always left unlocked and we claimed as our sanctuary. Children on fire, blinding and perfect. Fan their flames. I think of them now & conjure my colors back. In the ash, I hope it’s not too late.
