Purple

Janey_Boo

My favorite color is purple.

I have 8 chickens,

2 cats,

And one dog.

Sometimes when its quiet, 

you can hear me scream.

My favorite color is purple.

I hate peanut butter.

The smell of cigarettes soaks my father's car.

The sound of his shouts still ring in my ears,

Long after he has stopped.

My favorite color is purple,

Purple like an old bruise.

Purple like that strange in-between,

Of sunset and night.

My favorite color is purple.

I feel purple,

The color of an old bruise,

A rotten plum,

On the counter at the house,

That no one pays attention to.

Because something so terribly sweet,

So sickeningly purple,

Must be rotten.

  • Author: Janey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2026 07:10
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 4


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