i was every color in the world, alight

the astonishing color of after

she twisted her hair around her finger

strands of blue faded to the color of broken sea glass

the sun buttering the windows

the taste of the oolong tea is colored by the smell of smoke- salty wisps

the sky had turned electric

and the sun was cutting stripes across his face

giving him a mask made of light

butterscotch smear and the faint wash of carnelian

moon-cold floor

colors invert

crumbled to silty ash

tessellated.

ribbons of black smoke

purple-grey seeps into the sky

stained in charcoal

umber of dusk

crunchy pieces of autumn sprinkled across the lawn

the sky is a velvety indigo with the hint of dark silvery clouds

my mother once told me: the clouds you see at night hold promises.

buttery soft sleep

the morning light pale and water and shattered. broken into a million pieces.

black, spreading, fissuring

she burns like a star.