rina kenney
Green is the color of poison
Your eyes are vials of death
Pour them into my body and soul
Paper my walls with their metallic jade
Sew my skin into dresses made
Of their toxic sparks
Sweet green that oozes, slithers close
and kills the grays and browns
And me
This death is no accidental poisoning
I give my all to it
If your eyes are staring at me on my death bed, waiting to claim me
For the next life, I will leap into them
I trust their beauty more than my heart
I would rather become you than lose you
Pity the antidoted ones who find my sated body and click their tongues
They will see my scabs and lesions and know
Green was the color of my love
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Rina Kenney is a writer, blogger, wife, mom, and Reiki Practitioner who lives in suburban Philadelphia. She graduated from Penn State University with a degree in English and has nearly finished a small book about pregnancy loss.