roygbiv
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red is my favourite cardigan, passed down from my mum, wrapped around my waist, protecting me from how harsh everything seems to be
my best friend lily’s favourite colour is orange which makes sense because her energy is chaotic and bright and she’s the only person who would pick up the phone at 3am to talk me down from an impossibly high expectation
a forgiving and soft presence, illuminating, effervescent, the colour i know to be irradiant calm and coincidentally a colour that’s good at passively absorbing tears as they come, grief bouncing off lemon yellow walls
breathing in fresh air, cold spreading and reaching, trickling into my lungs, sweet and melodious birdsong, the crunch of gravel, a meeting place for spirits, the air humming with mixing energies and supernatural bodies, a heavy pressure on my chest, vibrant green grass darkened by late afternoon light
i wish i had better memories with blue. blue is the colour of deception and cruel staring, blue is the colour of wishing everything would just stop, blue is synonymous with staring into a blank face, screaming at it to listen, pleading with it to understand, blue is primitive feeling like pure unadulterated anger, blue is harsh and cold and sterile, blue stains every memory from 7 to 17
12am, frigid air biting at my bottom lip, my chin grazed with tears that move down my face achingly slow, a thunderclap headache, indigo flashing across my periphery, the sound of frantic typing and sniffles, pain and anguish flowing through my frost-bitten fingers, condensation rolling drops down my windowpane
warped sunlight, a dirty wall stained by 28 years of parenting, violet stained glass cutting across the weathered paint, arcing across the staircase and yearning to reach the doorframe, silvery fingers of light, cupping my mother’s face as she walks the hallway, waiting for one of us to call
