My blood is violet,my aura, lilac,amethyst around my wrist,soft kisses and passive violence.Sweet as jam,the right kind of timeless,heather in my hair,as I hold onto healing.I was once reeling,reaching outside the raindrops,feeling nothing,until I took a break from myself,deciding I could smile,if I wanted to,and that I could share sensual summers with Saints and spirits.I…