Tristan Robert Lange
The Color You Feared
What you see as black
I absolutely adore.
I guess it’s okay to say
I’m no longer your whore.
What you call asphalt
Is a rainbow sea
Of tar and oozing oil
Over earth’s forgotten debris.
What you see as black—
The grotesque cancer beneath—
Has metastasized throughout,
Something I did forseeth.
Nothing ever truly stays beneath.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 7, 2026.
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