forgotten, as always, you fume with a dark blue aura. you don’t mind the quiet - the earbuds you always have in provide safety and security from the atmosphere of your family.
your name doesn’t suit you - how rude of people to assume that. you are calm, a light earth-sky blue, the peacemaker of your large family. how rude of them to make fun of your name when you’re the only one keeping the family together.
rings of pleasure surround your twenty-nine year old being, other women jealous of your beauty, of the ring you so proudly wear perched on your left ring finger.
twelve years old and the biggest in your class, you dominate the playground - the other kids tease you, giant, they say, but they don’t know you’ll come back to win in the end.
invaded and furious, steaming and cracked, dry and fuming from the depths of your core. nicknamed crudely, you wish for once that we would leave you alone.