Green like the paint splattered on my wall
reminiscent of those apples that I love,
seen again in the eyes of my kitty cat
those emerald flowers in the earrings my mom gave me
signify my birthstone
that pretty green turns dark
dark
leading me back to seeing those
ferns, stems, leaves and flowers in the funeral home
my dad lying in the casket
the greens enclosing the room into a jungle
that shade similar to
that “spicy green” dress in my favorite book
the girl who wears that dress reminds me of myself
Me
with those startling green eyes (as my friends say)
eyes that smile to divert questions,
preferring to stay inside hidden
behind an i-pod, letting me fall into the similarity
(everyone having one too)
that green so close to the paint
splattered on my wall
Artist: Kim Schmitt School: North Allegheny |
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