Purple Drug!
Mixing in blood like the tv show animation,
From the pink corridor, of the erogenous zone.

Like oh my god!
She might faint,
On the softest bed of her life,
With a clinging cat sleeping on top of her.
Yet, faint with consciousness.

Like oh my god!
She will wake up fresh,
Without any reminiscence,
Without any thirst or hunger.
Rising from the ashes of the wishes, dead.

Purple Pee!
Gushing like blood from a tap,
On the pink wall, of the birth canal.

Like oh my god!
Freaking her out,
Like another stage of life,
Entering without permission.
Yet, as a compulsion.

Like oh my god!
She hopes it’s not the death,
Of the baby inside her.
Her own baby self,
Who cares, about anybody else?

Purple, it was.
Purple, it is.
Purple, it will be.

Mauve, wine, orchid or lilac.
The many meanings of various shades.
The shades of it in her hair, strong & faded.
The shades of it in the sky, only on certain days.
The shades of it in the eye, of fear & despair.
Fear & despair, in the hope of magic.

A calming stimulation.
A rare royalty.
A magical mystery.
A fulfilling vitality.

Fearless Fantasy of the Crown Chakra.
Of the Purple Drug & the Purple Pee!

-uk