To consider a palette
I find reflection
Consumed by death
Sans resurrection
Grey vibrancy says no
This cannot be
Then hot with anger
And fiery pleas
I stretch for currency
Tempting wager
Fall off a cliff
Too dead for danger
Grey, to fire, to green, to black
Acceptance is the thing I lack
But when it’s here with its own hue
Covertly visible, distinctly you
We wear our grief; it is our skin
The color integument, the grief we’re in.
