Words In Hue

No matter the color,

White or black,

It was still a lie.

The punch that it delivered

Left a bluish purple bruise

Over my left eye.

If it wasn’t swollen shut right now.

Burning like a bright red flame,

I think I’d probably cry.

But since it is feeling

Like a green cactus,

So very dry…

I’ll just sit in my

Self made black darkness

Hidden from the sky.

Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy