Color Me Blue
She felt the roar and grumble of her carnivorous mind, scraping at her eyes, filling her skull crimson.
There is slithering intense worry that persists, filling up her mind, taking away her peace.
He might have been good for her if he didn't blunder how well her chest could contain a swelling heart. It drained her, absorbing whatever tranquility she had left when he let her storms fester.
He colored her blue because he thought that was her best color.
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