True Colours

My true colours are not magic rainbow dust
my true colours are blood shit pus
and inside my true colours are bones
so I leave my true colours alone
but somewhere, a horn was blown
and one has grown
through my head
so my true colours I shed
for light’s flight fantasy
where I can dance free
if I choose but
reality has a hold on me…
where are the unicorns going?
without knowing where the wind is blowing
boat is rowing
rainbow’s flowing
is it safe to be showing
my new true colours?

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