YOU ARE READING aria Poetry welcome to the circus. song of spite 79 8 1 by vitriol by vitriol Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story blue was my favorite color. it was the color of the ocean, and the sky. it was the color of my baby brother's blue eyes. it was a remnant of mother, and the color her face turned when i strangled her.