***Content Warning; mentions of self-harm, and a whole underlying theme of suicide.***
RED is for blood
d
r
i
p,
d
r
i
p,
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
down freckled arms;
s
l
i
d
i
n
g
into still-bleeding scars,
leaving
s
t
r
e
a
k
s
of brilliant crimson
on pale flesh.
For the feeling of adrenaline
pum-
pump-
pumping
through blue veins
as cold iron slices
through them.
YELLOW is for bubble-clouded eyes
and hearts
as your message
appears on the screen
black on blue background,
but still yellow to me.
For the happiest time of my life,
the color of a simple hello
from five years ago,
tucked away in my \m/i/n\d/.
ORANGE is for fire
licking dangerously
at nibbled fingertips;
burn marks fresh.
For the way fire bites,
heavy and cloying is
the scent
of bUrNiNg skin.
For the warning signs F L A S H I N G
out at me from the side streets;
always present but completely ignored.
For dandelions, pretty
but they're only
infectious
W E E D S.
Like me.
W
o
r
m
i
n
g
into places where they
so clearly don't belong.
GREEN is for green M&Ms,
my least favorite candy and color
but you always argued with me
that M&Ms were better than Skittles
(which they're not)
but now I realize
it was a way to distract me
from the messy rearrangements my organs like to make
in the breaths between sentences,
in the pause between words,
so that i had no need
for iron and nails
to tear apart my body
piece by piece
until i'm nothing but scraps of human
and shadow
BLUE is for mushrooms,
the best kind, the impossible kind.
It's for delicate veins spiraling underneath skin,
an intricate web of kindness that only you could have.
PURPLE is for the bruises
lining my b a t t e r e d
and b/r/ok\\e\n body.
It's for sickly sweet grapes;
artificial,
like the people i call friends.
You were never grapes,
you were salty butter,
m
e
l
t
i
n
g
on my tongue,
the crisp, sharp taste of tart black cherries
that aren't really black, but the richest purple.
***
We were the colors of the rainbow,
messy and BRIGHT,
but now i am only
blacks and whites.
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