8 Ways of Looking At Black

The breathing of death and despair growing inside your lungs.
Light uninvited to this event of circling smoke and darkness.
It is fear of the unknown and confusion for things told.
Sinking into the shadows and not being seen in the crowd. Not conforming. But being your own.
My poor heart when another breaks our promise of love, friendship, trust. Everything that meant all.
A symbol of class, dignity.
Simple beauty seen only by the eye of those with gift of seeing soft with the iris and pupil.
Ivory's cousin who represents nothing of its kin.