vested in veins

spreading like spider webs

of blues

of black

they say rumors spread like wildfire 

which is only true 

because they engulf 

homes and hearts 

but yellows, red and oranges don’t convey

everything they say

sensitivity is purple 

and innocence is white 

so nothing will ever be quite 

like wildfire 

it will be varicose and dark

like veins of reminder 

pumping emotion 

from your heart to your toes 

a constant reminder of every woe