Color Code

stuck in dull hysteria.

her life takes place in the Grey area.

50 shades of constant stress.

even her dreams stream colorless.

White lies replace Blue skies.

all events are now “Black Ties”.

dried Grey tears surround her issues.

wiped away with White tissues.

so she’s intrigued with shopping sprees. searching for shiny things… diamond rings… pearls on strings… anything…

died her hair Platinum.

those new Blue sheets are satin.

interior design.

Purple drapes in mind.

filling her glass with dark Red wine.

Pink on her lips.

keeps color right at her fingertips.

can’t bare to see the color chip.

she Invites friends on these rainbow trips.

an invite they never appose.

eyeshadow to match their clothes and goes with those heels that expose their Gold toes.

an old ritual every woman learns about.

mask that heavy Grey that piles throughout.

and should anyone ask, it’s just a

“Girls Night out”.

7 thoughts on “Color Code

  1. Oh, and – nice poem by the way. I was caught up in the story you were telling, then I lost it because I was awed by the rhyming. Then I found it again. And yes – I know it’s not really a story as such; more a riff on a peeve. Resonates with me, though.

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  2. I really enjoyed this poem it was expressive and descriptive, and the image you have chosen shows the veneer that is often glued on fixed smiles, I have seen it many times 💛

    Thanks for taking the time to follow my blog recently, I really appreciate that. I also wanted to say I love the image that is adorning your page header, it is very mystical looking 💙

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