colour
She is the whole damn beautiful rainbow.
Every colour in every shade,
but also the artist responsible for painting the colour too.
Life was very dark and I struggled to see anything more than darkness.
She came and painted colour over my whole life.
I told her I had too many dark days to count so she painted blue for the ocean until the waves carried me to an oasis of colour.
Pink lipstick kisses. Cuddles in printed flower sheets.
Running after her green and white kicks.
Red birthday cake with purple candles.
A kaleidoscope of colourful memories with her; the artist and the paint.
- a brother incarcerated.