Green: Her words, her fury, her jealousy; His denial, his refusal, his Gallic shrug; Her hesitance, the stains on the face, his calloused palm; Promises to turn over a new leaf, the perennial spring, the fresh smell of leaves wafts up.
Blue: Her sorrows, his misery, they swallow; Shared blue curacao, her pills on the floor, his midnight blues staring into her cerulean ones; ‘Why?’he demanded, ‘I was feeling the blues’ was her reply,the cobalt shades spilling on the floor.
Purple: Her pallid face, her icy hands, the lifeless stare; Fingers grazing against her skin, her dress wet, his brow furrowed; 911, he pressed, calm and cold, stated the facts. The twirling of the red and blue, the alarm bells, the zipping up of the body bag.
A myriad of shades, her demise;