memories with faint
colors paint her thoughts,
she shed’s pastel tears
over her past decisions;
the first time she opened
up, her bruises weren’t
pigmented enough
for her pain to be real.
***Prompt by hiraeth from NaPoWriMo 2021 thread.
EDIT: I just realized Im sure someone here has used pastel tears in their poem. I’ll try to find it and will link it here.
