I've invented 3 new colors since I last left this room.I've invented 3 new colors since I last left this room. I've grown too familiar with the first 9 It gave me someome to talk with. They never told me their names But Lorde told me what they smell and sound like. She has synesthesia.
One is a sweating cavern, howling sirens, calling on foggy hot rocks, smelling of sulfer but luring you with their chill.
One is a cracked crown, dropped from the luggage of a fallen king. Gem stones scattered on the dirt road, to the clomping hoof of his horse trotting away towards buildings that stand tall like pill bottles.
One is a flower blooming with a child in the pollen, crying. The childs crying grows quieter as it seems to lower it's opacity and fade out of existence.