Pretty Colors: Plain Jane

***This is the start of a story poem. I really enjoyed writing it.***

Pretty colors

dance along the walls

eyes following

tracing

seeing insanity written.

Vivid

brilliant

blinding

bewildering

the list goes on.

Emotions I feel

when the pills run out

and the little girl comes out to play.

Locked in a cell

thinking I have no escape

’til along came my other half

the badass bitch.

Compared to me

Plain Jane.

With the wave of her hand

the lock clicks free

I am able to follow

ready to run through the night.

I feel myself fading

as I become a part of Badass Jane

knowing

I was in for some fun.

Sept. 6/18

Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash