Lavender sun, velvet living.

I’m screaming in vermillion

And ordering in chartreuse.


Black and white mocha, please

With an extra shot

Of Dopamine, please;

with an extra shot

Of estranged metaphor, please;


With an extra shot. Boom.



My world is awash

In the colors you’d be for me

Kaleidoscopic memories of confetti

Isn’t it all so pretty?


and then I look down.


My vibrantly named cup

is still filled with muddy, brown dreams,


And the azure tears

That you left me with

Still taste like salt.

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