Erin Elizabeth

Colour

Little mouth, eyes fluid
as sunlight on oil.
I watch your shy movement,
despondent -- shift of dress
as you cross those sapling
legs, casual red on lips.

You must be a rainbow
because he said that's what
he was chasing. Colour
to substantiate him.

Tiny breasts, nails as sun
on earth, I watch your careless
brush of hair, precipitous
hand on your stiff brown thigh.

He'll blanch your honey eyes,
bleach your sweet ebony.

Does he talk about me
when he outlines your skin?

I was his little voice,

little voice and cold grey
eyes. A thin pencil sketch
wishing to be colour.

 

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Erin Elizabeth, photoErin Elizabeth is a Southern girl who grew up in a rural community outside of Columbia, SC and now makes her home in the wonderfully thick soup of New England accents, primarily Providence, Rhode Island. She is currently paying the bills with the advertising from her online opus, Stirring, a monthly literary collection, the scant checks she receives for pieces published on and offline, and of course the baubles sent to her from the now-defunct Insomniac Asylum's Poetry Slam, of which she is a 16-time winner.

Some recent publications include 2River, Gravity, Disquieting Muses, Agneiska's Dowry, pith..., Aubade, Polemic, and Tuesday Cafˇ. Awards include third place and platinum honorable mention from the Amazing Instant Novelist, and Favorite Featured Poet of the 1999 by Poetry Superhighway; Erin is also a five-time winner of Anima's Poetry Slam.

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