Cold and Uneven

Crane squares 

Are for a sane mind

Taking up my origami feels

Wrong, compass and pencil

Inking and measuring

Too orderly

Too calm and idyllic

The stars are cold tonight

The wild wind shakes the trees

It feels like a deep growl

At the top of my spine

Nape of my neck

Nothing stable

Watercolor a 

Bloody red and 

Endless black

Creeping up my arms

Towards my eyes

Towards my heart

I will turn to more

Aggressive art soon

Sharpies on skin

The war paint of depression

Colorless and uneven

Acrylic finger painting in

The midnight hours

Until the page becomes

Muddled brown

Or something distant and

Beautiful

Is born