Soul Burns Black

Rainbows and butterflies

have never been my thing

and the darker the humor

the more laughter will ring.

I kid, or maybe not,

that my soul burns black

and with a knife never far

I am ready for attack.

None of this means

that I am sad or upset

it’s just who I am,

and I have no regret.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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