synesthesia

you turn a black
streaked with orange
when you won’t hear me anymore.

my state is grey
streaked with green.
because orange is not my favorite thing.

dirty yellow is the pain in my back.
straight burgundy is a heart attack.

the smell’s no color
i’ve ever seen.
the seizures are
light blue but
requiring a good clean.

my mind is tinged with midnight.
my heart is dead as brown.
my spirit’s fled into the white.
i dream of leaving town.

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