Grade
7
Black
My pen touches the paper,
And the black ink bleeds out,
Not the color of the ocean,
Not washed out yellow,
Not the obnoxious Barbie Doll pink,
But Black.
A color most people despise.
The color before you add any sweet, white cream into black coffee.
The color that smells like you just burnt bread in a toaster.
The color that sounds like ravens flapping wings.
Or the pitter-patter of rain slapping against gravel on a rainy day.
The color of the sky when darkness swallows the sun.
Or the color that feels like weights pulling your eyelids down.
Black, black, and more black.
A bottomless hole,
Where anything is possible.
My words bleed out…
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