My Colors Poem by Angel Magdalene

Purple is the color of an ever lasting bruise
It feels like angry warmth
Tastes like blood
Sounds like a crying child
Smells like rotted corpse
And looks like a broken body in the street

Grey is the color of a blanket of hot ash
Feels like a hole in your chest
Tastes like grit and dust
Sounds like an empty silence
Smells like death
And looks like a blank canvas

Black is the color of the hole in my heart
Feels like a cold, dark room
Tastes like bitter acid down your throat
Sounds like a wind howling in the trees
Smells like an abandoned well
And looks like a social outcast