colors of pain

Purple was the way she walked.

Blue was the way she smiled.

Her yellow soul shined brighter than the sun

And her red mind struggled to make sense of her confoundingly green heart.

Pulled directly towards that poor excuse for a lump of coal.

She cried pure gold

Onto his shoulder,

As sharp as a freshly cut diamond,

Leaving a rusty scar along her silver cheek.

Pain was a blinding rainbow of screams and laughter and unimaginable sorrow.

She would have left it all

For a moment of translparent clarity.