• Amongst the crowded, colored world; there was a black house.
    Inside the house was a white room with nothing in it.
    A girl in the form of jealousy wandered inside.
    A marker she held in her cold, pretty hand.
    She drew me as a pig in rainbows;
    and that's what I became.
    She drew me as a mole.
    I became that too.
    And, when she
    tried to erase
    me; I also

    But the next time she drew me; I was a shining butterfly.