The Isolation Journals #111

Your prompt for this week:

Choose a color (any color!). Write about the sound, smell, taste and feel of that color.

You can write in lines of poetry or prose. You can focus on one color, or if you’re writing shorter lines and sentences, jump around to different colors.

Bonus prompt:
Choose a sound (maybe a sound that you love, or that you hear all the time, or that you heard once and will never forget). What is the color and shape of that sound? How does the sound smell, taste, feel on your skin?

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Have you ever had your aura photographed?

Mine was clear

Like I'm not even here

My spirit is sheer

Just vacant and weird

That's a joke

I think

If I ever let someone

Capture my aura on film

What would be seen?

My guess is puke green

The dissonant chords of nagging

Claws scritching on the walls

Each little talon stroking a different anxiety

Carving little grooves

For me to dwell on

When every creak and pop and bump and groan

Could be nothing, or a disaster

The burp when you're hungover

Waiting for your body to decide

If you're going to rally

Or spend the day in bed

The gurgling breath that reminds you

Two drink maximum, ma'am

You can't handle liquid truth

Those bumps you feel 

On the backs of your thighs 

Right after a shave

On a cold morning

Stepping out of the steam

In-grown hairs

Puke green