• polychrome 15w

    that one night

    She hates the color blue.
    It's the color of his eyes,
    The ones that made her freeze in fear,
    That one night,
    When she thought she was alone
    But wasn't.

    She hates the sound
    of a door unlocking,
    The way hers did,
    That one night,
    When she thought she was alone
    But wasn't.

    She hates the feel of sweat on her skin,
    Similar to the glistening beads
    Of perspiration
    That glazed both their bodies,
    That one night,
    When she thought she was alone
    But wasn't.

    She hates surprises
    Because that's what he called it
    That one night,
    When she thought she was alone
    But wasn't.

    And now,
    After that one night,
    She is never alone,
    Not within the confines
    Of her own mind.

    ©polychrome