Phoenix Blossoms

To peel back layers of my flesh in attempt to let the darkness out,

I would be engulfed in etheric flame,

Glittering golden, purple, and fuscia flowing,

Sparkling, shining, and running down my arms,

I am different.

The ‘bad’ is gone and has been 

Transformed, reabsorbed

Restructured into the essence of calm and prosperity,

Alchemy at its’ finest,

I would surely bleed rainbows..

And they would heal the world.