Bre, the Alien Faerie.

Energy

I feel it, taste it, become affected by it

Let it overtake me, control me, I’m a

Live wire

Sparking, biting at your fingertips, luring you into an open flame

Your energy burns me up, when it’s hot and volatile

Your energy bums me out, when it’s murky with grays and browns

I feel it surging through the air

I guess that you’re a big fat

Fire hazard

My aura breaks through the haziness of the atmosphere

And bleeds pinks and purples and teals

Leaking over into the mud of your terrain and planting flowers

Explosions of color bounce from left to right brain

Churning out portraits of smiling faces and hands being held

I light it up, and I suppose that I’m a

Live wire