A Strange Blue

I wanted to be more than I was

To toe the edge of the canvas

To spill over- my cup was chipped

Warm honey sipped and spat out

Sweet teapot tipped over plush carpet

Lace curtains ripped with the same familiar fingers that hugged her warm 

A steady grip confining her exquisite form

And so granted her wish...she was more 

More brittle

More faces

More wounded 

More pieces, scattered from the whole 

More became a shame

More was something to be tamed 

She crawled back into her cup

Tucked safely in the page she'd meant to escape 

She knew now what the tingle was

Not itching to be more 

But longing to be enough