Violet

(Pre-Script: For a more sensationalized experience, read this poem as the song, "Secrets," #43 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (Still waiting...)

I am the raw split open version.

There are body parts,

internal organs strewn here and there

along my highway.

Rubber neckers watch and say to each other,

"All this time, I thought it would be

deep purple,

but I would call that more of a violet,

a bright vivid violet,

definitely."

-Yeah, I get that all the time.

-XOXO,