Dusty (Green House)

My skin might be
but the scares can still be seen
I too have a hot spring coloured in red
My thoughts can be stained, and yes i have been taken for a bumpy ride
Cursed for being different;
A body filled with dust and black sooth
See i never chose to be born like this,
and at a young age i resented it
So much i had dark nights
painting vivid images of myself dangling from;
A tree like a ripe solid blackberry
Helplessly awaiting someone or something to place me down
and tuck me in to bed
Telling me that ‘i too am human like the rest’ and that my coming about was not an error, because if it was i think my making did not strike the bulls eye
And as low as the snowy have seen me place me on the celestial,
let my cover return back to dust,
and in dusk i shall massage the clouds,
fill them with Black so much that incessant rain pours pounding hard on the soil, infiltrating deep,
and rising all water tables drowning all the snow
I want to be alone, at least communicate with the stars that know me