Periwinkle walls and streaky white ceiling
Windows covered in ice and rust
No door, save a string of lights
Candle-cluttered, paper-stacked desk

Periwinkle walls sheathed in art
Drafty windows kept with a green blanket
Chuck Taylors glow on the missing hinges
Cranberry scents from waxy nubs

And a gilded purse
Hides

Folded, soft, cotton-white sheets
Married to maroon splotches
Abandoned cedar shavings from pencils
Plastic, yellow shell from before..

A gilded purse
Hides

Old tissues lumped like new snow
Stained by browning rose petals
Antiseptic clashes with woody smells
Yellow bones of an evil tool

Gilded

The perpetrator glints, grins silver
Lays cold and clear as ice
Despicable mirror, only a sliver
Key to the coppery roses

Gilded

Glides over sandy skin, searching
For the vertical release, the bloom
Desert flowers over taunt arms, taunt spirit
Soul just as cold as silver pieces