I don't know exactly who I am.|
But I am destined to figure it out.
Serpents I’m looking at the bruise on my chest. I won’t tell you how I came to acquire this beautiful marking, but I will let you conclude what you wish. I bet you are creative, maybe even more so than I am. Why aren’t you writing this instead? I don’t know why anyone would let me write anything, I’m quite awful. But then again, I never asked for permission. I’m just regurgitating these pesky slivers that have overpopulated my mind.Serpents by Kelsey-Brown
I think the bruise is beautiful. Did you catch that? Maybe you did, even if you didn’t realize you did. But it is beautiful. It’s not massive, it’s small. Like Australia compared to the other continents. But it has added these deep colors to my skin. Purple and yellow, mostly. I guess yellow isn’t too far of a venture for epidermis, but it’s enough to stand out against the vast meadow of white that is my body. The exterior, at least.