It’s a little difficult to select.

Not gonna lie,
I don't really like selecting colors.
I keep sliding
Along the wheel,
A carousel at the speed of light,
The horses alive and impaled down their spines
Their saddles slick with blood.

There's no shade that's right.
So I sheathe my blade,
Wash my fingertips,
And sigh:
Darn. That's not right.

And I overlay instead,
A coward.

All I have to say is:
I got better.
I really did.
Last year I didmy even know the meaning
Of COMPLEMENTARY.
Or tritones...
So I'm proud.
I'm no longer dizzy-
Just mildly uncomfortable.

My pants are crusty with rust 
And it's grating on my skin
And my nerves
And the squealing of livestock
Is shattering my senses.

Ugh.

I hate colors.