Purple Girl

She wants to feel things she once knew

to touch the faces that once smiled

for these lips to sit still

and stay for a while,

"Why do you laugh my bleeding?"

was the question posed by said mouth

"Why do you insist on breathing?"

replied the invisible ghost,

the blue streaked her face

the red filled her inside

all that was alive within had successfully died,

From her pores the red spewed.

From her eyes overpoured the blue.

Mixed.

Confused.

Transformed.

from rejection.

The Purple Girl.