Palette Of Abuse (April 4, 2017)

The blackest of night

I hide away

In my apartment

Spilling red ink

Upon white parchment.

Reliving 

Those golden days 

Of Summer

Where shame burns

With blue and white flames.

Seeking relief

From the fading

Orche and purple (coloured) bruises

As a blue streak

Erupts from your mouth.

Shattering my rose glasses

With your gray innocence

Before my body browns out

From the pain

And exhaustion.

Knowing

These toxic flashbacks

Are pale echoes

Of a faraway time

And place.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: A writing exercise, which I am using 3 different colours, for each stanza, without repeating any colour, previously used. Leaving the last stanza, without any reference to any colour.