One Crayon Short a Rainbow

she scrubbed the crayon wax into the paper
she let a jagged line of purple fill in the page
and inside her head she felt a sort of anger
as though someone else were adamantly telling her it was the wrong color to use.
the emotion got stronger and she stilled the crayon,
all she felt was a hot breeze stream through the window screen
she continued scribbling and coloring in the entire page
the anger got louder
like a building wave
it sounded more and more like a bottled rush of shouting banging in her head
she scrubbed harder and the shouter grew louder and louder till she dropped the crayon to clap her hands over her head like she wanted to close out the boundless voice of rage that ran static through her head, and as slowly it died out, she hummed to herself as she continued drawing, to keep the anger from returning and from swallowing herself again.

Seen

She looked at the horrible creature there, the frightening sack that blinked and stared. It's eyes were like coal burning in its sockets. It's hair wrapped around its face like a clinging disease, she saw the ugly thing spread open a horrible gash near its chin, a sickening bile rose up in her throat; looking into the opened grimace that spread across the ragged sack. And she found her mouth with her fingers, and discovered her teeth, beneath that awful smile, that cut like a wound, and reflected back into the mirrored wall.