Rainbows in windows mock me and I am
eyes down red enraged salty tears misting
but I cool in the warmth of the sun and
I am burnt cinnamon orange drifting
above the cracks in the pavement leaking
my shameful yellow-bellied cowardice
from the crack in my heart where I’m bleeding
green tendrils of love for the child I’ll miss
forever though she never existed
choking stems crushing me turning me blue
like a bruise like grief the branches twisting
around my indigo soul floating through
violet plumes of hope finally I see
all I need are the rainbows inside me.
Annie Kirby