rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
intertwined.

of a root
squirts blood
droplets;
splattering.
the white floor stains
thin veiny twigs
pops from thin saggy skin
A **** of green unfurls

light woved in and out between the clear glassy ocean
Fish
dipped in and out, speaking in floaty, warbly bubbles
a tiny clownfish darted behind the waving arms of a anemone
as a baby porpoise struggled against a blanket of cheap plastic

like a splatter of glitter and paint strewn haphazardley across a blank, white canvas
shines
a galaxy of stars

Like flower petals, only sharper
slowly, bitingly gather in my broken, open hands
I catch the shards
of dreams, hope, love, a future-
a family.
Piece it together, you'll see
my suffering.
But in the same time,
my flowers will bloom
They will become stronger
They will become fighters
They will proudly hold up the torch of hope
Until the shards become one

Underneath that coat of color
is that same blank canvas

from your happiness
flung it to the heavens
to remind you
when the cold moon shines