T H E C O L O R S O F U S

Yellow

Yellow.
Beating down on you, the hot rays of the sun sting your sensitive skin.
It hits your lungs with exhaust, forcing you to beg with your breath.
It jabs at your legs, making your knees bend as it shoved you down on your knees.
Shoved.
Loved.
Cared for, known.
It knows.
It cares. The bees swirl around your head but the heat paralyzed you. It chained you down to the earth.
The core.
The bees swirled and circled and twirled, hiding and playing in your head.
The golden dragon slammed it's ferocious paw down onto the core of the earth, breaking the chains only to grip back onto them, yanking you down to the core.
It wrapped the chains and buckled you down, attached himself to you.
Forever together, never apart.
He promised. He promised.
He promised.
Too the moon and back.
The sun still swirling in your gut, he hugged you.
The dragon cared.
The dragon swirled it's Yellow tail and blinked it's sparkly golden eyes, tilting it's head at
You.
It tickled your throat, yellow petals fluttering out of your mouth. Trickling down your chin.
You cried tears of honey.
Sweet nectar.
The bees buzzed in your brain, fogging your vision.
Creating thoughts.
The core shone bright, still paralyzed. Still stuck.

Yellow.