Purple

Purple is the shiny polished grapes.

Purple is the bruises left on my face.

Purple is the dark mist floating through the small cracks of the wall.

Purple is the mysterious shadow behind my door.

Purple is the gleaming stars at night.

Purple is the blooming fields of lavender.

Purple is the wall to my comfort zone.

Purple is the frozen hands of mine.

Purple is the teddy bear laying across my room.

Purple is the thunderclouds floating up above.

By Vivian Pouw 7B