Dear Purple, Luscious velvety sheets: burn, mark, and stamp. Burn , mark, and stamp me. Your purple spit softly trickling, trickling down my cheek, down my hair, down my shirt.
Purple curtains gnawing, gnarling ... Gnarling at me.
Purple lava bubbling, splattering blipping. blopping.
Singsong(ly) burping out flowery - words of hate.
Your smile : my enemy.
You snuck in to my room, at night. In the solace of charcoal shade, you stole my purple.
Once my favorite color.
Chop off my fingers. Rip out my hair. Split my tongue in two.
I do not care. Just do not . Do not do it. Do not smile at me.
Purple, you mock me.
Your welcoming, calming hue- a lie.
Purple, you are my anger.
Thankfully, I am not purple today.
Instead, I see red. The color of honesty.
Red, I do not fear you.
Today, I am red.