Yellow

Everything is backwards now.

The rythem of her heart. The switch on her soul.

The dreams she has is yellow.

So pale and peach.

The color of restraint. Slow down. Go faster. Give up.

The shade of need. You get there. You fail.

The feeling of a petal dying slowly on the wing of a bumblebee.

The feeling of a crash being unraveled into a timelaspe.

The feeling of bathtub waters, going up and down. Pushing your veins, but never drowning.

The pigment yellow. So slow.

Though this girl knew why she went yellow.

She was black.

And for black, yellow was all she knew.