Weak Bond

I see colours in everything. The cores excite me while the shades give me wings to fly, in elation.

The sight of her is rich in radiant colours, a variant of rainbow, vivid, slashing across dark clouds.

She paints my soul with soft blushes of red and pink. A splash of mint across my chest sets my breath alight, cool. The sight of her ruddy lips makes me tremble, shades of purple and blue warming unbidden memories.

The sensation of her fills me up, tickling in the most euphoric way, her eyes bright and baby blue. She's not a single hue but a harmony of a vibrant palette that can't be contained.

Then I slip, unfazed and overconfident, in her comfort. Daring to dream of eternal bliss in her orange glow.

But the light from my rich, warm palette grows icy cold, a tint of the lightest blue, quickly dissolving into ebony and gloom. Our bond weakens in dull hues.

Her inky indifference and silence seeps into my soul as I fall, down and down the pit of bleak regret and pain.

Helpless, I cry. Would you return to me, my love?

I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece. It's inspired by the Freewrite #dailyprompt phrase "weak bond".

Thank you for visiting my blog.

^{_{Image credit: Avantrend}}