Green For Steele

She wanted to run.

Wanted to gauge out her eyes.

The color was everywhere.

It was in the pine of the trees. In the leaves that blew in the haunted winds. In the grass beneath her feet, the neon city lights. The color of the hummingbirds that crowded her house. The green woods that went just beyond that. The moss on the cemetery stone where her father was buried.
Green was for envy. Green was for greed. Green was for lust.

Green was for the money hungry men that she surrounded herself with.

Green was for the sickness she felt deep within her stomach as the idea of him with another woman invaded her mind. Her emerald tears falling to the floor into a dark abyss.
The dominant wavelength of the color would never escape her.
It was in the shirts he wore, the bass he played.

Green was for Steele's cold eyes, that always looked at her with such disappointment.
Green was for the hatred she felt for him.

The color reminded her of him. Of the way he would scowl at her. The way his jaw clenched when she entered the room, her green dress clinging to the curves of her short body. Her pale, olive green toned skin.

But what was worst of all, green was in the love she felt for him.
Her green man.

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