Shapeshifter

Talking to you my voice cracks and changes tone. I feel a shift in my throat as my vocal cords reform. Words I thought I didn’t know catch me by surprise, While I give my friends dialects a stolen reprise. Putting myself in a different shell after every morning shower, Becoming me in all instances of shapes and colours.

Call me mimic, shapeshifter - as long as I don’t live in a drawer.

Ice cubes in a summer drink still hold the shape of water.

I can be anything I dream of as long as I stay undefined.

Say my name, you give me contours and break the spell.

Let me be a shade of colors spilling over the lines

Who could slip off the canvas as fluid body gel.

Even if my eyes can’t grasp my face in the mirror at times,

I wouldn’t ever let my purple spotted hands let go

of my shapeshifter life.