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i.

orchids come in arsenals of speckled colors

and porcelain vases splinter when faced with

the uncertain

move to pick up the shards, girl, and will you

slice your palms?

will you bleed monochrome or rainbow?

ii.

you burn your hands on coffee shop string lights

and sip rosy tea

all you taste is daffodil, prickling your tongue

teacups shatter under pressure and the strain

chips your nail polish

and your nails are painted lavender but

you wonder

which hands will you clasp?

iii.

your eyes are lined in muddled-black kohl

and you wonder if your lipstick will be smudged

capillaries burst inside the undecided

and erythema toils with your foundation

orchid petals fall from your mouth,

entangled in your gums

and you try in vain, but your eyes cannot decipher

how the rings interlock

who are you?

who will you be?