It's the slosh of muddy boots in the house.
It's the hair you wake up tangled in.
The color that greets you in the mirror and
The dark shade of a bow and a quiver
It's the skin of the enslaved
The grime in the betrayed
It's the eyes you can't look into
Because they remind you of...
YOU ARE READING
Colors
PoetryA description of colors in a poetic freaking way because emotions. Yes, Halsey reference I know I'm trash.
