It shifts and shakes as it takes shape in the shades where it can shine and rise as the pain fades
Slowly growing and glowing like flawless flowers from the moon flooding my room
Moving like blue balloons in the cartoon
It’s red but cold, corrupt and contagious
it rides its rhythm correctly, and it’s outrageous
Forged to my chest like a lost treasure
Its recovery is beyond measures
It beats and bounces back as it paints a backpack packed with trauma and pain; it shifts
it shifts and shakes as it takes shape in the shade as the pain fades