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The Color Drainer

I thought I’d write this as I was sitting outside waiting for my dogs to dry off.

By Madolyn SanchezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The wind grabbed hold of my hair

Throwing and slashing it into my face

As I stared up at the sky.

Sheilding my eyes

Its glow covered by the leaves cascading down from the wind.

Until suddenly it stops.

Clouds roll in, a stagnant tension eclipsed my skin

Goosebumps erupt one by one along my arms

My ears suddenly lose their niche.

I look out along the fallen rose bushes

The red slowly bleeding into brown

That’s when I see it.

My heart listens to my ears and stops to.

Color seems to be drained from my surroundings,

As I stare into the mouth of the only thing with color.

Red. Crimson, blood red.

And then I wake up.

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About the Creator

Madolyn Sanchez

I love stringing random words together and making them sound like they should be together. I used to write a lot and I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of it.

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