purple
purpleit is in the streaks of sunset, arcing across the evening sky. It is the color of her nails as you cup her fingers, gazing into contact lenses turned shiny by the fading sun. It is skin of plump grapes, round and bursting as they nudge past full lips. It mixes with long shadows in the alleyways as you walk home, tapping rhythms with large Vans. It takes form of a hissing snake in your favorite Pokemon game, poison seeping through wooden floors and acid burning away flesh. It is the thread that encircles your wrist, a bond of friendship and love. The shade you fill your lips in with as you pull on tight black clothing. It is in the pattern of fading bruises along your thigh, the smudges and paint of the twilight sky. The sharp taste of Ribena in a cracked mug, the dye of a Sour Punk staining your tongue. It is the color of endless night whispers and pop idols, of melancholy and a slight sharpness that recalls the sleeping sun.
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Name: ☾ tanisha ☽
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