Blue, when I see blue I think of him. The whole sky was
poisoned with the painful memory. I keep my eyes down now, and pray that one
day I will find a world not embedded with sapphires, his eyes were like
sapphires. The corn flowers mock me, taunting me with their hue and tint. I wince when the robin's eggs hatch in the
spring, and the shattered remains of this new life fall from the oak tree and
slice at my skin like glass. I see skin in cyan now. I cry in the night and my
tears are indigo. I remember his eyes, so royal in their color. When will the
day come that I stop seeing his eyes?
His hair was black. Raven feathered and dark as the very
depths of the ocean. I am blinded by the
ebony memory of him, and wonder how I've come to lose my sight. Was he made of
onyx when the world created him, or was such a gemstone born by this very
presence? Every morning when I wake, I choke on the charcoal he's decided to
leave behind. The nights are starless now, only left with the inky darkness
born of sin and doubt.
The lips he possessed were red. I've spend my life kissing
roses, and now my mouth is infected with thorns. Rubies were hand chiseled by
the Gods to form such a smile. How could such a crimson grin bring such agony?
His knife was laden with the scarlet blood of my soul. The pain seeping from my
battered spirit was like his wine. He only spoke when vermilion butterflies
spread their wings and took flight, and he came to grow wings. And he fluttered
away, leaving me.
The light he brought to me was yellow. The sun herself would
pay homage to such a golden glow as the one I remember. My hair became flaxen
and colored, leaving behind the colorless gray of the storm clouds. He painted
my world in the style of the goldenrod, and he came to slaughter the daisy. And
as the moon comes to rise tonight, I am in his debt, for I can still recall the
amber. One day I'll smile, and the dusk will come to rival the dawn.
Taylor, this is amazing. The line "I've spend my life kissing roses, and now my mouth is infected with thorns" sounds like it should come from a published novel or something. I really enjoyed reading this piece. It contained so much beautiful imagery that definitely added to the somber tone. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteWritten like an awesome tragic Romantic piece! Phenomenal job, your sentences are just amazing, how on earth did you come up with "I've spent my life kissing roses and now my mouth is infect with thorns"!? Really, really good! I loved it.
ReplyDeleteHey, Taylor! This is amazing! I love how you described her pain through the colors, describing the man's characteristics and personality traits. The line, I've spent my life kissing roses, and now my mouth is infected with thorns," is beautiful! It sounds like it perfectly describes whatever this girl went through. How did you ever think of that? Fantastic job!
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Such beautifully described heartbreak...I love the line "I see skin in cyan now" and the imagery of the "inky darkness" and the "charcoal he's decided to leave behind."
ReplyDeleteI really like this story. I feel like it fits in perfectly with the theme, color. The added in color paints a picture in my mind. I can picture everything very vividly. I really like when you talked about the lips of the girl and without him, the lips were thorns. I would’ve never put it that way, but that’s why I like it. Because it is creative and unique. And someday the dusk will rival the dawn. I think that line is beautiful, especially since dusk and dawn are my favorite parts of the day. Good Job, Taylor!
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