Violet Hues

• Tayla Mitchell, Grade 12, Taylors Lakes Secondary College -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The violet hues that kissed his lips, placed themselves in the depths of his skin and blended with that of his heart.
With crimson tears and scarlet wrists.
He let the violet hues cloud his mind.
Soaking in the agony that is his entity.
He gazes at the paintings, through glass eyes and opens the gates.
Unleashing an ocean of crimson waves from his porcelain wrists.
They stain the floors with pent up emotions.
Too high for even the clouds to reach.
The violet hues swim through his being, encouraging him in his everlasting state of despondency, that consumes him from the inside out.
Drowning him.
Sundered from the expectation abyss and gravitating towards an end.
Deteriorating at a rapid pace.
He stares at the painting one last time before letting the violet hues fade and the crimson to seep out of him.
He closes his eyes and becomes the violet hues of a painting- a memory.
Once a despondent crimson body.
Now a violet kiss of a memory.