THE YELLOW ROOM

I have retreated to yellow. I have waved the white flag.

The soft, pale color of this room was soothing until I made it a prison.

I am paralyzed by my loss, unable to make sense of this turn.

The wet, grey fog from the sea has seeped through my window and made itself at home.

When I leave, I will pencil my mantra on the closet wall so they will know:

we were happy and we were happy and we were happy.

About rolling my eyes at the world

Gulf Coast Summer Loving, 50ish, Unapologetic Yellow Dog Democrat
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One Response to THE YELLOW ROOM

  1. Mango Girl says:

    this makes me sad.

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