painting in the color of silence

His silence was deafening,

but my head paints louder pictures.

they race around my head

leaving ragged footprints

and violent echoes.

his lips spill only blue

yet my ears take it in, red

and angry

red

and

blue

they flash.

powerful

but utterly powerless.

even so, the footprints in my head

pound in navy terror

the furious stars burst

and I did it all.

I did nothing.