cure

by Soundharjya B., 17

You’re a disease
I’m feverish
Because
I feel
Every
Shade
Of
Pink
The nail polish
I chip off
The bubblegum
I chew
All in anticipation

You’re medicine
I’m dreaming
Because
I could
Just
Melt
With my
Prominent pink
Blush
I’m a puddle of
Pepto Bismol