Painted purple.

And they painted me with their pain.
The anger.
The grief.
The frustrations.
The grease.
They poured gasoline all over my bare body,
An anointment of my dedication to their cause
and a show of loyalty to their emotions.
Shimmering voilet,
heavy eyes looking away in shame,
as I'm handed the match.
And we all know what happens
when a match is held too long.
Burn.
Burning brighter and standing taller,
I rise up with revelations and plum hued glitter falling all around my feet.
Dragons don't diminish from the flame.
They consume it.
Wings stretched out,
I paint the skies with magic.
Transcending pain into power.
And share it all with the world,
PURPLE streaks across the skies of light and love.
888
J.S. JADED SAVIOR