Colors\\ Joshler

Navy

I was angry today. Navy. Like the ocean on a stormy day, like whispers of the monster under the bed, like the fist of my father hitting me in the jaw.

I wanted Josh, I needed him. But he wasn't at school that day.

So I made me own red. Lots of it.

I painted my surroundings with the color flowing from my wrists, but it kept drying brown.

I hated brown, just like I hated my meds.

So I covered the brown with more red.