Wrecking Rainbows: Bundles of Wayward Poetry

A bouquet of chaotic words salvaged from the unceasing winter storm that churns regularly in the seemingly quiet little mind of a seventeen-year-old idealist who loves to spit fire at the world when she’s feeling fussy. My poems are a bit all over the place because they’re a reflection of my thoughts - but I’d like to think they’re like rainbows - colorful, misty and fleeting.