@abrilata 25 April 2022

Seven days spectrum

Sunday morning Cold coffee on the table Chapped lips Covered with crimson Red tint. Walk outside Like nothing happened last night.

Monday noon Sitting on the bench Having a marmalade Shades on To cover my swollen eyes.

Tuesday sunset Amber dress Yellow snickers Yellow bag. Down the street Head turner as they call me But inside I know From this pale skin I hide faded memory.

Wednesday afternoon Tired as well Staring at the horizon And see nothing But your eyes As bright as the emerald Then I haven't notice That even my shadow left me Like you did.

Thursday shade Sky changed hue Barefooted on sand Leaves dances on waves The sky is redder than ever But I am feeling blue.

Friday night From here I see City lights sparkling. The taste of whiskey Lingers on my tongue And all I wanted to do Is to blend with these indigo walls.

Saturday's dawn Lamppost flickers on the street I am still awake Escaping these ashed pain and inside bruised By being numb By turning into lilac's bush *From seven days* *I lived as a paint* *As colorful as the spectrum* *And then you came* ***as a paint stripper.*** 2am colours