Your color is scarlett and I don't like you. You make me uncomfortable and all nervy.
You are the coarse skin of a rash and a sore throat. You are the blood on the terrifying teeth of a shark.
You are a lake of fire.
But, when tempered a little with Blue or Yellow, I paint you on my walls.
Your color is Navy to the point of blackness because you dig too deep into my soul.
You are the dent in the door of my car and the business suit of a politician. You are dull and lifeless.
You are what the blood in my veins looks like from out here.
But, I keep finding variations of you in my closet.
Your color is Jaundice and makes me need to purge.
You are the squinting sun and the scorching heat. You are a sign of caution.
You are the smell of fear.
But, my earliest memories include you on my mother's kitchen walls, shading sunflowers.
Your color is unlike any other so I can't even describe you, except to say that I can do without it altogether.
You are not a color I would normally struggle with learning or loving but with you, there's no variation.
I have had just about enough of that.
Crimson washes away my sins.
Sky refreshes my soul.
Sunshine opens a world of possibilities every time it shows its face.
That other is not my problem.