no more shots to take

your love/my poison
elixir of cyanide
liquor in my head


Colored in black and white

the composition of bland—
my black and white world,
a prison shaded in versions of gray,
spanning the whole spectrum.
I’ve grown accustomed to,
and comfortable with,
a lack of customary color…
repenting for apathy.
But finally feeling it all,
I shattered my societal prism
and found illumination—
a combination of swatches that produced
a paint stroke of brilliance,
only visible to the enlightened eye.