Blue is the color that leaves first. The crystal blue of a summer day, the sweetness of cotton candy in my mouth, the storm blue that is sadder than steel. All gone. Gone with the innocent days where we knew nothing better than black asphalt and our worlds hadn’t been severed by attachments with brittle strength. Hair golden as the fields I have never laid eyes upon, fine spun silk, and I wonder where you with your soft hands and waterlily voice are now. If I concentrate hard, I can still see you peering up at me from underneath those lashes, a chirping sparrow cupped in your hands, but I cannot seem to pinpoint the exact shade of your blue anymore.

Brown is the color that is transient. Blink, and it’s the gold of a demigod, draped head to toe in chiffon weaved from prayer and praise. Blink, and it’s the color of a tinted bottle that sits alone at the corner of the desk, warning off the inquisitive with a skull-shaped sticker slapped across the front, and perfuming the air with the odd smell of bitter almonds. Blink, and it is melted chocolate, sweeter than sweet, best taken with tea and the song of the nightingale. Blink, and they are all gone, blown away with the withering winter winds.

Black is color that never leaves. Sticks like tar, slick oil drenching the feathers of the sea-dwelling bird so that the albatross is pulled under the waves and drowns with barnacles clinging to their shoulders. A void that swallows, the curve of the obsidian sacrificial dagger slick with blood, a color darker than one could ever believe to exist. Hope cannot exist when confronted with the simple truth that there is no difference between why we live and why we die. Black is the color of hunger, hunger for things we can never hold tangible in our hands, a hunger that we will never satisfy.

I was talking to a boy today and it was a simple trick of the light, a curious coincidence, but highlighted in his eyes, drawn in the bright yellow of the sun, were a pair of crucifixes.

for @avolitorial​ and their february love prompts | prompt - never look away