Synaesthesia
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when they met Chris felt pink and smelled of death; Sam was deepest blue and ocean air. their courtship was a short, intense strip of velvet laid across something hard colored too faintly to be made out (and they made out *a lot*).
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Synaesthesia

by akornfan

when they met Chris felt pink and smelled of death; Sam was deepest blue and ocean air.

their courtship was a short, intense strip of velvet laid across something hard colored too faintly to be made out (and they made out *a lot*).

the time in the middle was the number 7, tall and imposing, with a color that swam up and down the spectra from ultraviolet to infrared and into unknowable spaces beyond,

where it gamboled and frolicked in void. the last week, too-dry and sour, left Sam feeling pink and Chris blue.

the separation was inevitable, an adjective that sounds like the weary plodding of footsteps across a hardwood floor.

dull silver heartbreak brought them to a clanging close, its would-be echoes swallowed by silence bitter as Campari.

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