The reminder of her terminal sickness
Its daunting, yellow, the last thing I saw before this eternal darkness
Yellow sounds like screaming so loudly you feel like throwing up
Or crying at midnight in a quiet yet crowded house
It’s the routine I’ve been stuck in since-
Yellow smells like old people, ever so often too young
Their rotting skin, naturally, coming to its inevitable end
Reminds me of her clothes, when I came home
Realizing they would never smell like her again
Yellow tastes like the bile that rose in my throat
Threatening to spill with just a single memory
The memory of her gloss coating her lips
The same one which were unrighteously infected
Yellow feels like my last moments beside her
The special way of ending our day
Breaking through the glass smothering what could be our last interaction
My brain tries to suffocate me now that I know the end
Yellow is notoriously deceptive
Like hospitals trying to mask the misery which bleeds through the building
It’s daunting portraits, sunflowers, scrubs, sheets, drapes-
It won't make you happier, and it surely didn't save her
--Bella M., 9th-12th Grade