Shades of Blue
Summer started off teal and murky,
like the water that makes up a lake.
Then, pretty boy touched my hand and
Tiffany blue sprouted through my body
and up to my smile.
My tongue looked like the ugliest smurf.
My teeth, like their white clothes.
As summer went on, he left - gone.
No more airhead sweet talks in my robins egg-bed.
No more walks under a sky blue awning.
I bet he’s kissing someone new and
teaching her what sky blue is.
I don’t know. I blue it.
Venus Davis is a 20-year-old nonbinary writer from Cleveland, Ohio. They are currently a poetry reader for Random Sample Review. Venus is also working on writing a poetry chapbook inspired by astrology. Follow their twitter for more memes, rants, and the occasional poem: @venusbeanus.
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