Rainbow Current

The humiliation in my elbows is attaching itself to a rainbow current Then it flushes my head Your foot is trying to find dryland on my forehead Lack in my hair Drenched in the milk from your nails I was screaming or I was told that I was I was the void or I was told that I was You'd put into an archetype or two in my rucksack I crushed on the shore Writing on a sticky note I remind myself of who I was yesterday My drawers are still misplaced But that's where I put my fishbowl