Read Poem: Green, by Nour-Ani Sisserian

Paint my skin
green.
Color of the battlefield,
where he fell
asleep.

Paint me green, like the pink
of his seventeen.

Dye me
green—dollar green.
Algal bloom of
greedy souls.

I’m sick and begging
you to colour my pain
the colour of spring.
His emerald eyes,
once full of hope.

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