Ceenoa

Underneath my skin, vicious things lie
green envy
red rage
white pain
blue loneliness

they wriggle like worms
dug up from the dirt
trying to burrow back to the haven of the dark

as they scrabble in their desperate turmoil to not be seen
they create, in one ridiculously sublime moment
a pattern of iridescent colour

green
red
white
blue
Underneath my skin, beauty lies

© ceenoa

* In an attempt to make something dark more palatable, I amended the original poem to a more positive ending – sometimes I even believe it*

The Original Version

Vicious things lie underneath my skin
green envy
red rage
white pain
blue loneliness

they wriggle like worms
dug up from the dirt
trying to burrow back to the haven of the dark

as they scrabble in their desperate turmoil to not be seen
they create, in one ridiculously sublime moment
a pattern of iridescent colour that hides the dirty truth

green envy
red rage
white pain
blue loneliness
Underneath my skin, vicious things lie

© ceenoa